Sad Clowns

A word of advice from the "ultimately" nice,

My smile hides my frown, I'm usually down,

People ask and say, how and why I smile each day,

But they just don't seem to get it, I didn't invent it,

They walk right by, I know they aren't looking in my eyes,

I don't let them, even when we're connecting,

They don't know how to inquire, and I don't know how to retire

So they keep on with their day, and I keep pretending to be okay,

But inside I'm dying, it's getting really hard to keep on trying.