Scared much never// But misunderstood mostly//
I am the Joker before Batman trying to to be myself//
while he bullies me and throws his forceful words// assuming,
that i'll be okay i play his game// i throw myself at the caped crusader//
Homing in, on his emotions rather than his location//
Knowing he is weak as I// He is as sick as I// "Mine" is the word//
He repeats in mind, as he screams// "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY CITY!"// as i say in repetition// "God help  me"// hoping i'm heard// when i feel i am everything but heard//
Scared much, NEVER!!//
But misunderstood, MOSTLY!!//
THESE ARE THE CRIES OF THOSE URKED
THESE ARE THE TEARS OF THOSE BLEEDING
THEIR EMOTION IN PEN AND THEIR HEARTS OF GOLD
TURNED COLD...........