It's almost as if I appear to be wearing colorful pantaloons.
It's almost as if I walk around with a bighorn.
It's almost as if I walk around with a big red nose.
It's almost as if I appear to walk around with a painted-on smile.
Only the last sentence holds some truth.
It seems I'm the comedic relief of everyone's story.
Always, always taken as a joke.
Even if I call out for help.
It looks like this clown's megaphone has died,
or her patrons have just turned a blind eye.
Always seeing what they want to see,
but never the reality.