You made me, the Joker in the deck,
Crafted in chaos, a constant wreck.
Always smiling, yet the pain runs deep,
A facade of laughter, where sorrows sleep.

Not heartless, just misunderstood,
In this world of darkness, I've withstood.
Seeking understanding in a sea of doubt,
Beneath this grin, shadows about.

Mistakes in my past, they haunt and taunt,
But from their grasp, I defiantly flaunt.
Stronger now, forged in the fire,
Each trial endured, each challenge dire.

Broken, perhaps, but not beyond repair,
In the fragments, resilience I declare.
So here I stand, a product of my past,
Joker's smile, a mask that lasts.