I was the class clown in high school; known for making everyone laugh.
Pretty much no one took me seriously, my teachers complained I disrupted the class.
Even though my grades were good, and I was an honor student too.
Humor was my disguise for others, unaware that I was “blue”.
I was the class clown in high school; my choices were to laugh, or to cry.
Unaware there was something deeper, the reason I just didn’t know why.
It was eventually a teacher who noticed, something inside me had changed.
The frustration they had once felt for my behavior, now gone, somehow felt strange.
I was the class clown in high school; but life isn’t funny anymore.
Besides my daughter and family, there are few things that I adore.
Those laughs are mostly tears these days; I no longer have that choice.
Remembering that girl with the contagious laugh; she no longer has a voice.
Maybe she’ll come back one day, and we can all sit and reminisce.
I was the class clown in high school; but these days I just try to exist.
About the Creator
Alaine Hay
Hesitantly optimistic, I feel my inspiration from my pain. An anxious, bipolar single mom, trying to somehow raise a well rounded teenage girl! Lol.Trying to gain wisdom through my downfalls, and spread hope through my success, despite them
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