This poem is aimed at how Brooklyn is treatd wen it cums 2 blading and how Kai is used as a tool by his grandfather.
Friendliest Number
One is the friendliest number
I have fought just to be torn
When higher numbers were born.
They said I meant something to them
But that was only so they could use my roots
And they could build a cancerous stem
I'd watch them grow
Remembering the affection they promised to sow
But their true intentions began to show
..Did they ever care?
The simple answer is no.
It's a truth that's hard to bear
And I find myself wishing they were still there
Playing with me like I was a ride from the fair.
You see,
One is the friendliest number to those ruthless few
That devour everything true.
Making lies and darkness all that I knew.
It's strange but after all you've put me through
…I still love you