The Man Behind The Mask

In the circus of life, we all play our parts

As soon as we are born the show starts

For the will of the crowd, our masks we don

And get humiliated cause the show must go on

I am part of the same circus, I also signed the contract

The crowd cheers for me and they all love my act

But do they love me or the mask that I wear

The big round eyes, the red nose, and the orange hair

You guessed right, "The Joker" is what I am called

The crowd bursts into a laughter every time I fall

I make them feel superior when I fail at a certain task

The fall hurts me, but a smile is what u see on the mask

A joker's act is not just about being a filler

Every day I also don the mask of a serial killer

Dreams, self-respect, emotions are my frequent targets

Self-deception and false notions are my deadly bullets

I have to keep on playing my part, no matter what age

I am a prisoner here and the whole world is my cage

I try to deliver a new act with whatever, from the world I borrow

The recipe comprises of pain, betrayal and a lot of sorrow

Tired of listening to the loud noise of the crowd cheering

Not able to see in the bright lights, I search for a clearing

The joker shouts loudly and from the crowd he wants to ask

Is there someone, who would want to love the man behind the mask