The Joker

A slight of the hand
And I am gone.
Forever an outcast,
Never belonging to one category.
I wander alone,
My bells drooping sadly.

The bright colours of my costume
Belie my serious nature.
Nothing and no-one can hurt me at all...
On the outside.

But I go deep inside me
When I am tired,
To a place where I can play in
My fantasies;
My fantastical world
Where my dreams become real.

For I see too much and too deeply.
I am the Joker.