Forever the clown. Undone.

Happy and smiling.
Always cracking jokes.
Obnoxious, and daring, the center of attention.
"The party has arrived!!",
As I walk through the door.
The guy that's always positive, through whatever situation.
No matter how serious or dire, happy or stressful.
Always with a smile, or a smart as! reply to say.
Regardless of the mood, "that Jason, he sure is happy, free, true, positive."
So they thought.
You know that one guy?
Who always remains strong and unbreakable?
Never afraid to make himself the butt of the joke, just for a smile, or a laugh?

"That Jason, he sure is crazy"

That man wore a mask.
The mask, worn to conceal the truth.
The pain and torment and stress that brought on the drama face.
The smiling half.
When is this man allowed to release his tears?
His pain and anger.
When can he shed his tears, and the burdon and weight of the pain and stress?
When can he cry?
When can he say, "ENOUGH!!"
And all that remains is a...man...no mask...
Face, wretched with pain, saturated in tears, twisted with pain.
Tortured in the agony of the weight of a lifetime of pain.
The shell of a man that he once was.
Forever a clown, down to crack some smiles;
Forever a clown, undone.
The clown, mask removed, a broken man, the shell of a person that I used to be.
The clown sheds a tear.