I Used To Be a Predator

I used to be predator, wanting to save prey. Recognizing my own rescuing personality in them. Understanding their sorrow, which they cover up with mirth. I could see the light in their eyes was diminishing. Their soul was no longer their own. I wanted to save them from their predator, usually a narcissist. Of course, it was futile. A narcissist is ruthless. They see us as objects, dehumanize us. I used to be a predator. I expanded all kinds of energy. Trying to rescue others because I had once upon a time rescued myself being a natural prey.