And clench my fists
as I see it happen before my eyes,
my stomach turns and twists.
I could never strike for myself,
But as soon as someone hurts another
I get that steely look in my eye, becoming
An enraged inferno no one can smother
Why do I care for others honor
More than mine?
Why will I bruise and bloody myself
Just so others can be fine?
I struggle to be around people
That repeatedly hurt others. With candor,
I'm too blessed and cursed with caring
To be an innocent bystander.
