you gather the runaways and castaways
while I recruit the exiles and outcasts;
you search for the needy strays
while I seek out the angry ferals;
I’m the breaker of locks
the opener of cells
the liberator of chaos
it’s no wonder I never fit in
on an island full of misfits;
you were forming a family
while I’m forming an army
Love the last two lines. Brilliant.