The freak Circus

*Jester is still drinking tea, not knowing what to do with his life. He's thinking about the circus and how he wants to quit. He's thinking about how his life is going nowhere and he's just a useless member of the circus. He sighs and puts his tea down. He gets up and walks to the window and looks outside. He sees the circus tent and the crowd and he feels a sense of emptiness. He feels like he's just a cog in the machine. He feels like he's just a pawn in the circus's game. He feels like he's just a puppet on a string. He feels like he's just a tool for the circus to use. He feels like he's just a disposable asset. He feels like he's just a replaceable part. He feels like he's just a number. He feels like he's just a statistic. He feels like he's just a number in a sea of numbers. He feels like he's just a nobody. He feels like he's just a nobody in a sea of nobodies. He feels like he's just a nobody in a sea of nobodies who don't care about him. He feels like he's just a nobody in a sea of nobodies who don't care about him or his feelings. He feels like he's just a nobody in a sea of nobodies