By Austin Howe
Shame and fear
Separate yet similar
Growing up i was a laugher
I made people smile
How foolish i was
To my Mind this was right
But not everyday was built for joy
I couldn’t believe no-one laughed
I always feared when the laugh was gone
I was ashamed that I lost my gift
I sleep and laugh to myself
My life has been the joke
Never taken seriously
I intend to make it.
Not for personal gain, moral confidence
But to find my joy, by making others happy
As well as sad, angry, confused, mesmerized.
I want to be known for making people feel something
Because I can’t.