Clowns

I am deathly afraid of clowns

Just the word clown makes me shiver.
I see the big red nose, rainbow hair,
their way to happy smiles.
"They are supposed to make you laugh,"
they say "just performers with a mask."
Their words do nothing to calm me.
My heart still pounds at violent speeds,
tears still gather in my eyes,
I still feel the overwhelming need to run.
They don't understand.
Yes clowns are people,
people with hidden intentions.
Not good ones either,
but intentions that kill.
Why do you think they are so darn happy?
Why do they even need such a mask?
Why do they move around a lot?
Yeah, I think I will just stay safely away.