crouching in the corner of a room
blazing unblinking eyes
thinking lotta how to be known
and start throwing the ball
here's the outcome
my sober laugh
they never realize for who am i
they never realize for wat i try
they never realize why i cry
they never care even when i die
they nver care even where would i ly
learn to walked pathway
hope the spotlight back for me
with smile drawn on my face
let they come see me
but here i am
the old clown of all man
wat do u think bout this?i need critics
