Joker
Who are you, Joker,
to look into my eyes?
It's not like you could fathom the pain that is mine.
Sure, you've taken your hits.
I know that you've been hurt.
but I ask: does your pain equal mine?
You protest that you've lost loved ones,
you've watched your close friends die.
You seem to claim a pain that goes as deep as mine.
But did you really feel it?
Did you have to let them die?
I'm quite sure your painful memories will never equal mine.
Does your reflection cause self-lathing?
Do you wish that you would die?
Does the amount of your self-hatred equal mine?
Do you cut a your repentance?
Do you burn yourself to cry?
Do you wonder "Is the right to live quite mine?"
Listen to me, Joker.
Can you look into my eyes?
Can you imagine the mental scaring that is mine?
Still want to touch me, Joker?
Still want to be part of my life?
Or would you run from the accursed life that's mine?
-San Carpenter
Boy, my poetry sure has a theme, eh?