the Chaplin effect...

face so white, so glum, so pale...
he squints, he fidgets...his funny walks...
frame so slim, so sleek, so frail...
he stares, he twitches...he never talks.

made you smile, made you laugh...
wide eyes speak more than what you see.
he cut your bitterness in half...
underneath his heart screams silently.

laughter drowns his soul’s real meaning...
as he twirls his cane and bids goodbye...
in return you’re entertained and gleaming...
he’s never asked how, he’s never asked why...

while you swallow some blades and walk the tight ropes...
don’t compromise too much and keep your high hopes...
guard your identity, value your spirit, by all means, protect...
when you’re blessed and cursed with… the Chaplin effect.