We are the weak.
We are the broken.
We are the forgotten.
We are the hopeless.
We are the lost.
We are the aimless.
We are the condemned.

We are the Nameless.

We are the outcasts.
We are the shameful.
We are the unclean.
We are the hateful.
We are the rejected.
We are the ridiculed.
We are the unwanted.

We are the Nameless...

A/N: Whoa...okay. When I originally started writing this, I meant for it to be about these creatures I came up with called the Nameless. But then I realized that this poem (if it can even be called a poem), could actually be very symbolic. It could represent all the unnamed miserable souls that society has rejected and tossed aside, all those who suffer silently in the dark, thirsting for human compassion.

This poem turned out way deeper than I intended it to be...and so did this author's note...

A/N #2: I know the style is a bit unconventional, having seven lines together followed by a single line. But I decided to try it anyway. Sorry if it looks weird. Also, I made the picture above using an app called Font Candy. If you haven't heard of it, go check it out. It's really cool.