The Rise of the Downtrodden

If you’re drawn to all things dark;
your bite is far worse than your bark.
You do not flaunt the rage you feel,
yet it’s the only thing that’s real.
Your kindness goes unnoticed and your talents are ignored.
Though your fight is not yet hopeless and your life will be restored.
They mock us without reason and they hurt us without cause.
So rise up, my fallen brethren, and embrace your perfect flaws!
You need not like the Metal, nor the makeup, or the chains.
And you need not have a razorblade that once held your bloodstains.
We are all unique in every way except our cause.
For we are each other’s shield and our weapon, Justice’s Claws.