We are the underbelly of society-we are despised, beneath you- but there's a catch: you need us. We are weak, but stand strong. We take what you don't want. We do what you won't do. We go where you won't go. We feel what you don't know. It's best that you don't know. It keeps you whole, perfect. But for us, the broken, we do what it takes to keep our important pieces. Our hearts, our minds. Our best parts. But some of us aren't so lucky. We stand alone, together, and fight each other's fights. Feel each other's souls. We are what keeps you whole, perfect- but we'll never admit it. And neither will you. Or else that would take a piece of you. And bring you just as low as the rest of us. Stand above us and watch your step- but you can't break us. It takes more than treading to damage something so weathered. So we'll crawl through the filth that you left behind, and search for scraps along the way. But we are necessary. To keep things right. To keep things balanced. Look down on us, but never deny the need. Of a world with us in it. We are the Necessity. We are the filth. We are beneath you. Because we are the Scourge.