The Clown Is Always Sad Poem by Raouf Reda

I always hide my tears behind my clown face
Because deep inside I know there no better place

My aim to make people smile, a smile that is true
While sorrow & pain grows inside to turn me blue

No one can really feel what I am going through
No one will understand, no one have a clue

I feel so lonely although people around me
But there is no one who can really see

So I go sadly talking to the moon
Telling her that I want to die soon

I can see that the Earth is not my place
So I am looking forward for anther grace

Till when I have to act I have to pretend
That I am happy, not looking for an end

An end for all my misery for all my pain
Because it’s time to be happy, it’s time to gain

The respect, the care of all those I hade made them stare
On my funny colorful custom & my curly hair

They have to see what is inside, what lie beneath
That from sadness I can hardly breathe