Clown

People keeping secrets and believing I'm a clown.
Choosing to be their fools, their turn will come around.

When they seek forgiveness, it may be too late.
They may understand one day, why I was so irate.

I was being tortured, only wondering why.
People had a delusion, that I simply wanted to die.

Full of false belief, it truly was not I.
I had moments of weakness, I would then start to cry.

I wish it did not happen, I was putting on a show.
My body was being used, that fact I did not know.

If others had a heart, they truly would not have watched.
It made it easy to use me, something I really botched.

False sense of security, makes people feel superior.
I know deep down inside, they only feel inferior.

I know it's is not real, I happen to not be a clown.
A weak person's attempt, to only put me down.