I am a clown. I am only here for others to laugh at. I am fat. Like the clown I enjoy my face to be hidden so its ugliness does not have to be seen. The clown is never thought of as romantic or loving, but sad and pathetic. No one cares. I am replaceable. I am everybody’s freak. If I am not a clumsy, pathetic, piece of self loathing scum then people care even less.