The Joker's ever changing personality,
A twisted and disturbed mentality.
He plays his games with sadistic glee,
Leaving chaos and destruction in his spree.
His laughter echoes through the night,
A haunting sound that fills with fright.
His face painted with a permanent smile,
A mask that hides his inner bile.
He revels in the pain he brings,
A madman with no heart or strings.
The joke's on us, his twisted game,
As we try to fight against his insane.
But deep down, we know the truth,
His madness is just proof.
That we all have a little bit of Joker inside,
A darkness we try to hide.
So let us not just fear this clown,
But understand what makes him abound.
And maybe we can learn to tame,
This ever changing personality, his madman's game.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem