In the mind of a clown with no makeup on

If I were to wear costume and makeup. It would be easier, because I would not have to smile to smile. I would not have to try to crack "smart" jokes to look happy. The painted smile would do the job for me.

If I were to play the role of the crying clown. It would be easier, because I could cry to cry. And I would look normal. My tears would stain my face, but it's okay. Cause sobbing was my trade.

If I were to wear a red rubber ball on my nose. It would be easier, because after a while, everyone would think that, it's just my style and they would leave me alone.

Trouble is, I am a clown... with no makeup on.