Neglected souls,
Fearing not death,
But life itself.
Chained to our torment,
And known to most as menaces.

Forcing our pain on the innocent.

Maybe, just, maybe,
We don’t have to be misunderstood.

But alas, our fate is solitude leading to our deaths.

For, we are the people who make you lock your doors,
And fear for your lives.

We are criminals.