You can look over at me,
And see me smiling.
But I'm really dying.
Being a source of entertainment.
I've tried to escape this before,
All I am is a puppet,
And I don't want that anymore.
I'm here to see you smile,
And to make you happy.
That's the only reason I'm still here now,
I thought you had saved me.
I was wrong; I don't matter, not to you
You don't get it's just a show.
That all this smiling is an act,
At least, You'll never know.
I'm keeping this from you,
For your own safety.
I'll keep hiding,
What's going on inside me.
Because you seem to think it's my job,
To make you happy.
You'd all fall apart,
Without something to laugh st, like me.
I'm tired of doing this,
I want to give in.
But I can't do that too you,
It is my job,
To make you smile.
But its tiring,
And I think I'll only keep this up for a little while.
You can reminisce,
Of the time we made each other laugh, those times we've been through.
Those times are over. The act is done.