Random poem I thought up at 10 past 11pm please R&R

We all have scars
That others can't see
They plague everyone even you and me
We are all Jokers

We all carry knives
That scar those we love
and those we hate
We are all Jokers

We all smile and laugh
While inside we cry
Outside we smile inside we die
We are all Jokers

No matter our race or colour or creed
No matter the colours we wear
or the words we believe
Inside we wear purple
And laugh till we bleed

Listen inside you can hear the laughter
And the voice that says
The best medicine is Slaughter

Please R&R