I Am FlawedFrom body to soul and in between,More Like This
They blotch the parchment that is me;
I know of worse flaws I have seen,
I am flawed.
I sometimes lose my temper,
Use my mouth before my mind;
I ponder things I could do better,
And regret them for a time.
I can be harsh, I can be blunt,
I tend to hide my thoughts;
But this is far from what I want:
To be in someone's heart.
Comparisons are hard to make
Since we are all unique.
But half the time my words are fake;
The real me is a freak.
These flaws define me, describe me—
They make me what I am.
In that light, I'm proud to say that
Agent of Chaos: A Joker Story Click. Click. Click. Click.More Like This
The rhythmic pattern of my wedged high heels was the first thing to enter my ears, but it was the last thing on my mind. This job, everyone had warned me not to take it. Warned me not to even consider. And when I told them I had, they said their goodbyes as if they wouldnt see me again. It was just a job. Im a shrink. Thats what I do. I deal with those who are mentally tormented, abused, and even deranged. But thats all they are. Crazies, loons, people whose mind wheels dont click the way they should. But most of them are harmless. So when I got the call from Commissioner Gordon, I figured, hey, whats the worst it could be? But my out of control imagination is starting to run hog wild on me as the filth of Arkham howl at me from behind their reinforced Plexiglas cells.