Be my Clark Kent,
My superhero,
The one who saves me from myself

Be my Joker,
My Partner in crime,
The one who loves my crazy side

False
Evidence
Appearing
Real
right?
No.
Fear is all too real for me.
I'm scared to be alone,
yet, so scared to be with people.
I fear her death.
I fear *my own
See,
I am scared to speak up
against him
I don't expect you to understand.
The reputations take over,
and
"Madness,
as you know
is just like gravity.
All it takes is a little push"
My fear is caused
by pushing
and shoving
and hitting
heartbreak, too.
fear is all so real
So don't tell me that god has got it.
Because,
I am afraid.
I am not wonderfully and beautifully made.
For real
Emotions
Acting
Recklessly.
that
ladies and gentlemen,
is the true meaning of *fear

“Remembering’s dangerous. I find the past such a worrying, anxious place. 'The Past Tense,' I suppose you’d call it. Memory’s so treacherous. One moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights, with poignant childhood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all that sentimental candy-floss… the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go. Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp ambiguous shapes of things you’d hoped were forgotten. Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes. Like children I suppose. But can we live without them? Memories are what our reason is based upon. If we can’t face them, we deny reason itself! Although, why not? We aren’t contractually tied down to rationality! There is no sanity clause! So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there’s always madness. Madness is the emergency exit… you can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. You can lock them away… forever.”

- The Joker

You always called me your Queen
And said you would be my King
But in the end, I was just the Joker;
I suppose that makes you the Jack-***,
So please kiss my Ace goodbye.

Valentine is over
One door has closed
Others can't be open
Valentine is over
Can't seem to fit in
I'm just a burden
Valentine is over
This year is history
Next year is frozen
Valentine is over
Happiness is red
Sad clown is in bed
Valentine is over
Dreams are weaved
Hope is my holder