Fool's riddle

Why do I speak in rhymes
In these depressing times,
With riddles fit for a king,
Why do I dance and sing?

I dance and prance
Unsure in my stance
Juggling my life up and down
Always laughing but wanting to frown.

I long for love and love for long,
Yet no one answers my song!
My disfigured face, stained with tears,
Destroyed after all these years.

I make others laugh, others giggle
While what I ask for is simple.
Yet no one understands me,
They don't look beyond what the eye can see.

So here I stay, lonely as ever
Here I stay, saying something clever
Nothing changed, nothing ever does,
Everything is as it always was.