Title: Musings of the Rogue

Genre: Poetry/Angst

Rating: PG

POV: Rogue has some deep musings on her mutation and what she views her life to be.

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Alone.

Alone with it.

The emptiness.

The senseless sound that calls to my soul

And begs for all of this to end.

What can I do to help me understand?

Friends?

Companions?

Comrades?

Words that I hardly even know…

Expressed to me from people that I think I should feel for but don't…

They don't know what it's like to always have been alone.

To always be alone.

For the only thing that I can do is hurt people.

That's all I can do.

Hurt them.

My mutation has no other purpose.

I have no other purpose.

It is better for me to be alone.

Less people will get hurt.

Less will have to die.

And maybe that blood that stains my gloved hands

Will one day fade away…

That is the reason that I must have no friends.

No companions.

No comrades.

No one.

To protect them I must not allow them to grow close to me.

In order to save the people I love, I must stay alone…