Torn Jester

I am a jester, I’m never serious,

Well, I am, but others don’t think so.

They think I’m acting when furious,

Who am I, well, you’ll never know.

 

I want to be heard, want to be known,

I want to cry and not be laughed at.

This path, a tapestry I have sewn,

My importance can only compete a doormat.

 

Ignorant as they watch me, they laugh,

Why won’t you see my emotions?

I’ve had just about enough,

I won’t anymore entertain the notion.

 

If I stay, this place will make me grieve,

I want to go, but why can’t I even leave?