Myself

Seriously.
I explain myself the method behind the madness,
I share the secret workings of my mind,
  the logic behind the scenes.
And they laugh, and cut me off,
  and say I'm weird or silly, or on crack.
Yeah, I like to make people laugh.
But inside, I'm just another person.
Perhaps a bit more dramatic, but my feelings are valid,
  equal to yours, and affect me.
I'm dismissed, written off, ignored,
  on a regular basis.
Surprised?
I hurt. I suffer the emotional equivalent of a heart attack every day.
Often more than once!
But does anyone take me seriously?
Why should they?
The clown mask has been affixed too tight.