Our true character is that person we become when no one is watching.

No circus,big tent,no Calliope plays,no dancing bears,no prancing horses,no man on the flying trapeze.But still the  clown plays on.maybe in no makeup,for those days are past but still he hides behind a mask.Hes main function in life is to make others smile because making other people happy is what brings him joy.The tricks of his trade he handles very well,whether it be a joke or a dance or some wine and a conversation.the people he knows are always glad to have him around.Guess perhaps every one loves a clown.then late at night as he slowly walks his way home,the mask starts to fall from his face and the scars of his heart slowly rips his world apart because there is nobody to hold him tonight.As his tears hit his pillow,he cries himself to sleep,he wonders why he must always be alone when all that he needs is someone to love!but that's not allowed for the modern day clown.we all are clowns in disguise.