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No More


I have always done my best,
Doing what I believed was right,
Yet at every turn I take,
At every move I make,
I am always wrong.

Should a friend blindly stare at a friend who is in trouble?
Or should that person take a stand,
Tell their friend what they see happening,
To see what they see as saddening,
And still be wrong all the while?

I cannot do this any more.
I have done what I grew up thinking was right,
I tried to defend those I cared about,
I tried to warn them but they were stout,
And now all I get is anger and hate.

I give up, no more!
I will not defend them.
It is up to them to defend themselves,
To take their own swords or to put them on shelves,
For I will not do it any more.

I will be the shoulder to cry on,
The one to try and listen,
But I will no longer do anything to defend,
As doing so will only offend,
So no longer a defender am I.

I hang up my belt,
I put the title away,
They can keep it for themselves,
They can take care of themselves,
And when they need to cry they can come to me.
From now on, that is all I will ever be.