I wanted to heal
Not to kill

But no one would train
A girl like me
My one hope
My only dream

Was thwarted
Long ago
And with it died
My people's hope

And I was left
To work in the shadows
Silent as the death I deal
A forgotten soldier

I do the work
No one else will
Yet all I get
Is hatred and fear

I do not ask
For pity
Or trust
Just respect

It's true
What they say of me
I am a killer

Other's guided me
To this life
Then told me
It was wrong

They spoke too late
What else is left?
In all the world
But death

I have no skill
No trade, no craft
I am an assassin
And nothing more

So now I drift
Upon the wind
With empty hopes
And bitterness

Please R&R! I'd love to know if anyone's read it, even if all you do is tell me how rubbish it is!