Clowns die every time they smile
The clown prince that's what you called me,
Always good for a smile or laugh,
It never mattered what I was feeling inside,
Just as long as there was a smile on your face.
I did everything to keep you happy,
I made myself do silly things,
But things began to slide out of control,
I soon forgot who I was meant to be.
My real name has long since died away,
None of you know it anymore,
I failed at being a normal human,
The only thing I've ever been good at is being a clown.
School has started getting harder,
I find myself failing on purpose,
Nobody knows what's the mater with me,
They don't know why I'm beginning to fail,
I fail because it's what you'd expect,
It's what you'd expect from a clown like me.
But since when does a clown cry?
Since when do they feel empty inside?
My happiness died a long time ago,
It died once I was called a clown.
Is the point of living when you feel dead inside?
I would think yes but I know the truth,
If you can't feel alive with the people you love,
Then you shouldn't be alive at all.
Beast Boy never spoke of his feelings to anyone, he instead kept them buried deep inside his head and heart. The only time the Titan's knew something was wrong was when they found him hanging quietly from the light in his room, a smile was on his dead face