a so called blog

Believe it or not, I do feel like the clown sometimes.

But lately, I’m fed up with that role. It’s very annoying when everyone expects you to be always smiling and making jokes and being happy faced.

Lately, I am happy, I am trully happy. But I don’t feel like making jokes all the time, but I do smile all the time.

I feel whole and new, complete and happy. I don’t care if i’m not always the wise-crack people expect me to be. I don’t need to do it any longer. I’m fine with laying low and not raising attention to myself. I never liked all the attention anyway.

So I’m fine, I’m happy and i’m okay.

I just don’t need to be the clown.

I’ll lay low…. but i won’t be Pierrot, the clown.

And if you’re ever around,
in the city or the suburbs,
of this town,
be sure to come around,
I’ll bewallowing in sorrow,
wearing a frown,
like pierrot the clown.

Pierrot, the clown by Placebo