Children of the Dark

We are all born of darkness,
Trying to live our life to the fullest.
Most choose to go to the light,
Whereas few choose to remain out of sight.
Those were the night walking,
While others were asleeping.
People of light cast them out and away,
Without any thought, they dismay.
I'm one of those dark children,
Surviving from people of light, I frighten.
Living alone in the dark,
Being the people of the light's mark.