It was commonly known that he was introvert and weird,
Away from the vogue and glories of life- parties, cigarettes, and beers.
Hardly anyone cared to know how he really was, what was the plan?
Time had buried his aspirations- for no one dreams of becoming a faceless man
Everybody wrote him off as morose, edgy and at times, full of hate,
And with this diktat, they sealed his fate
Few cared to understand what made him the way he’s been,
He wasn’t always hateful, he once knew love- just ask the right Harley Quinn.