Tears of a clown...

Serenity is all I want, 

Putting up a happy face is what I flaunt.

Kids, money and friends, you say happy I  should be;

Yet that peace of mind you expect, truly escapes me. 

Why am I up at this late hour?

My frame of mind seems genetically sour. 

'The tears of a clown' inside my heart I sing,

I fake a smile as if I were a king. 

I ask myself why so lonely I feel?

When to the world I seem so tangible, so real. 

The answers to these questions I fear;

Will always escape me, as my mind is blurry or so very clear. 

Men from Mars have all the answers, they always come to conclusions;

They propose ideas and have all the solutions. 

I don't care for advice or comments, you are preaching to the choir;

I believe it is unconditional love that I simply desire.