Bobo the Clown ((I promise a tale of joy))

I want to write something happy,
let's see, where shall we begin?
God, it's so hard to not be angry,
but I'm going to just bear this and grin

Bobo the clown was the joyous sort
who loved to laugh and play
he'd dance atop the highest place,
dancing all the day.

Little shrieking children
would laugh to see his tricks
magic games, the rarest kind,
and juggling flaming sticks

Bobo's heart was happy,
he loved to see the kids smile
he'd note their grateful clapping hands
and continue dancing all the while

Bobo wore a plastic grin
painted on red and white
and when the children would walk away,
not to cry...it took all his might

Left alone in the pouring rain
his smile sadly melting off
lying to himself, right now,
can you hear his desperate scoff?

"I don't need them,
I need no one,
all alone,
i can still have fun!"

So he tried to light a flaming torch
to juggle it in his hands
too bad the rain fell ever hard
and his tricks didn't seem too grand

Now, I don't know what happened to Bobo
poor man, poorer clown
some say it was the rain that killed him,
I say in his fears he drowned

Fear of the darkness,
fear of his shame,
fear of his own stupidity,
he didn't even remember his real name

Oh, darn, dear reader, now i feel bad
I promised a happy tale,
maybe I'm too much like Bobo,
maybe, just maybe, that's how we all fail