Joker

What am I to you? 

A jester who makes you laugh when all things are of a laughing matter? 

The one man circus whose sole purpose is to entertain you whilst you choke on the ashes of a fallen prey?

A clown whose only purpose is to entertain you and the masses of people you surround yourself with? 

The punchline in every joke?

"Come on folks! Let's see what he's gonna do next!"
"Oh, would you look at that! He's fallen over!"
"He can't get back up! No matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to move forward!"
"Oh boy, he's crying now folks! What a disaster!"
 
You see, i have lived a life like this for long enough. 

I once accepted that this would be my life and that i would continue to be this way as long as the laughter kept getting louder and louder. 
Not only did it get louder, it became deafening. 
I became unaware of what the voices in my head were trying to tell me. 

Eventually, the laughter stopped. 
The joke was no longer funny.
Disinterested in being everyone's jester. 
No longer seeking the laughter of the few that would bleed my soul but seeking the truth of my passions and desires. 

Acknowledging my failures and how to prevent them, I became stronger.
Far more than i have ever imagined. 

I dedicated my time in creating the impossible, imagining the unimaginable and riding myself of those who could not stand beside me but would want me to fall beneath them as they fell down. 

I forged goals and desires beyond my wildest dreams again, knowing what happened in the previous life, i would approach these dreams and desires with much care and guidance.