Nothing but a Clown

Once again, I put on a mask and interpret this beautiful and perfectly executed story of endless lies. It seems I can't get off the stage. Why am I forced to live through someone else?
People need to be entertained and it feels like I've been the one chosen to perform in order to keep them happy.
What about my happiness? What about the things I want or need?

Well, the answer is that nobody cares about my will.
The truth is, though I've always felt bad about them, I'm nothing but a clown.

A freak built by them for their exclusive amusement.