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.