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The Clown is no longer Happy

"It is show time," said the circus manager in a very loud voice so that all of the performers will hear him. "Where is the clown?" again he shouted. A fragile colorful figure approached the circus manager and said: "I am here." "Cheer up, asshole!" Said the manager angrily when he heard the sad voice of the clown. The clown smiled from ear to ear and answered "Sure, Sir!"

He entered the vast area where hundreds of people were waiting for him to show up. The started to clap and cheer once they saw him. Lights were spotting him moving a funny way throwing colorful balloons that spread all over the audience. He started to run all over the place and jump in a funny way. Kids started to laugh and clap as the apparently cheerful clown made his funny moves. He kept acting happily for an hour and his audience were deceived by his appearance but nobody really cared for the sad clown, he knew that. 

His performance came to an end and he went to his room. On his way, his teammates were whispering that he is the luckiest one, he is always happy and he always is the star of the shows. The clown heard their whispers but did not pay attention to them, he wanted only to stay in his room.

He entered his cheerful colorful room, it was decorated with balloons and little puppets all over the walls. He sat in front of the mirror and he stared at the colorful clown who stared back at him. He looks happy and successful, everyone thinks him to be happy and lucky. The paint on his face was covering the very dark circles around his eyes that revealed his deep sadness. The fake smile covered the deep pain he felt.

"It is amazing how appearance can fake the reality of people!" He thought. Nobody knew that he was dying inside and even his best friend did not believe it! "You sad! Stop it!" Said the best friend. Of course, nobody knew how sad he was because he used to be cheerful even during the times of despair. He felt lonely and started to weep heartily but nobody heard him in his cheerful room.

The circus was closing and it was time for the clown to leave. He moved slowly and steadily, he finally made a decision after a very long time of hesitation. It's time to sleep! On his way, he kept singing and repeating:

"never thought I'd die alone
I laughed the loudest, who'd have known?
I trace the cord back to the wall
No wonder, it was never plugged in at all
I took my time, I hurried up
The choice was mine, I didn't think enough
I'm too depressed to go on
You'll be sorry when I'm gone"

The sad clown wanted to put an end to the pain he felt deep inside, he knew that life will end anyway. He stared at the railways and the speedy train. He did not hesitate, it was the right time to sleep. He closed his eyes and for the first time, he smiled for real; at last, he will feel peace.



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