I’ve always wanted to be a superhero.
Like superman flying high and taking down bad guys
Or the flash, running fast enough to turn back time
All I wanted to do was help people
The closest thing I could find was ingesting other people's problems and making them my own
I'm tried to help them survive
I had a patient as crazy as they come
He was trickster to my mind
Made me see a shine in his future
He was sweet and charming so I ignored the signs
I was so in love I forgot he was in Arkham for a reason
I tried to help him escape
Physically he was free but his thoughts were now his prison
I was afraid I would soon be a patient at my own work place because my patience was running out
He told me I was the only person he cared about and that's when I knew he was a joker
He would always play games just to rev up his harley and leave
It seems like all he did was push me away
It's crazy right, to love someone who hurt you
But it's even crazier to think that they love you too
I'm so messed up I didn't care that he broke me down because he always made me smile again
Sometimes I heard voices that told me to kill everyone and escape
But it was just him talking
He wanted to take me away with him to get away from all the problems not realizing he was one of them
What the voices really said was to kill this relationship and escape him
I was blinded by him smile so I couldn't see the evil look that came with it but
I finally see that manipulative piece of slime for what he is
A depressed, psychopathic clown
So no more obsession
No more craziness
No more jokers
Because you can't put a crown on a clown and expect them to act like a king
He always had me laughing
Not because he was funny but because he was a joke
Always telling me he wanted to commit suicide
I think he just wanted to be like ledger
See the joker doesn't have green hair, a purple suit, or even cuts on his mouth
He has nappy black hair, clothes that are too big, and cuts on his eyebrows
When he was running from the authorities in his life I was his getaway
I gave him a place to stay but he said I was still in debt to him and to me that was ok
He was going through criminal withdrawal so
He started to think my pockets were a bank and he was trying to rob it
But as the words no left my lips
So did he
I hate the way he loved my body just the way it is
Only when he was
Loving my body just the way he pleased
But when I would eat
More that one cookie
He said "haven't you had enough"
I'll admit at times he made me feel small
But that was only when being compared to his ego
So yes I've had enough
Enough of the sick tormenting games that he loves to play
Go show your tricks to some other chick because I'm over feeling like anything less that a queen
I'm done with boys who use makeup to make up for their flaws
Because like I said,
You can't put a crown on a clown and expect them to act like a king.