Black
My parents are dead
And that has changed everything
Everything that I could or would have been is different
My fear consumes me now
Fear ravenous and deadly, it dictates who I am
I walk the streets by night
Finding justice in my actions
Yet nobody appreciates me
Nobody appreciates my forged smiling face
I hide in my seclusion, and everything is black
Everybody has seemingly turned against me
Everyone who should have trusted me
Alone with nothing but this mask
That separates me from reality
I claw at my face wanting to fit in somehow
Tear at this black mask that has become my identity
With a broken will it falls to the floor
Small and alone, bitter cold
I look at it solemnly and my true identity escapes
“I’m Batman!” escapes my somber lips.
*Disclaimer this wasn’t the real Batman who wrote this, this is just a tribute.