I am the number that was tossed out of the equation

I am the soul that has been thrown about without retaliation

I am filled to the brim with rage and enmity

But embedded in my scars are kindness and self-pity

I feed on the lives of the broken

Healing their wounds and, for them, I’ve spoken

Born into the night with a forbidden plight

Thrust into this fight with barely enough light

I diligently work to save those who deserve it

And eradicate the very thought that we are imperfect

Do you see what I hold dear?

Do you have any idea on what I could possibly fear?

All these verses had not one line of hesitation

That is only you and your society’s misinterpretation

I do not understand why it’s hard to see what I see

This is where I came from; how I came to be