Uncle Just Play Court Jester

No one tells me anything For fear I think Of my brittle nature to the cold heart truth being exposed As obviously better than I they know me And what fickle nature consumes my soft underbelly and wafer thin skin How I take every little setback to heart And that I simply can not rest knowing someone i love May rest just as uneasy as I now do knowing what we both know And no amount of pretending the problem does not exist Will make the problem or this sinking feeling subside or go away Maybe that's why no one chooses to tell me anything at all Because although I may wish I can not solve other people's problems Fact of the matter is in reality I can barely solve my own And will probably only end up making the problem ten times worse anyway And besides that i am supposed to be the fun one Uncle Just Play Court Jester Who tells cheesy stupid childish jokes in order to make light of just incase any dire grave situation should occur