The Red Clown

They are all laugh.
Why won't they stop?
They point their fingers and laugh.
That's right, laugh at the clown.
It's so funny.
Even though there was no joke
they laugh at me.
They won't stop.
Please stop.

What did I do to deserve this?
Nothing that's what.
They point and laugh at the monster,
the demon that they see.
"Damned, possessed"
That's what they call me.

The rocks that they throw,
they hardly hurt anymore.
The kicks and the shoves,
I can hardly feel anymore.
The world has become numb
nothing but pain and sorrow.
No saving grace, no light at the end of the tunnel.
The darkness swallowed it up long ago.
Now all that's left are loneliness and pain.
All because of this stupid Clown.

This was a small poem that i wrote when i was thinking about Allen's arm. One of those, 'lets go inside Allen's mind and figure out what he thought of his arm back when he was Red' things. Hope that you liked it. And please review! Sorry about how many times i have rewritten it! it was bothering me! Sorry again!

Sincerely the ever iNsANe,

Synk