I don’t care anymore,
As mankind on my ways does implore,
I am one to mind my own business,
And for man obtained my own weariness,

For no matter how I try to be,
For all my true self to see,
There will always be those my ways do annoy,
And so with them comes the want to destroy,

Like a kamikaze fighter set on their mission,
But not for their country do they fight,
But rather head on for my omission,
Their delight.

I’ve fought so many kinds of man,
Poets, bullies, friends and clan,
I’ve stood for more than just myself,
As men wish others ways to engulf,

I have fought many a battle,
Though I may be young,
Many my cage have rattled,
And many I just barely won,

Yet I just don’t care anymore,
Not many a thing can joy in a soul restore,
There is only so much fight one can give,
And only so long on a battlefield one can live,

I fought for the feeble and the strong,
Fought for them all who in time did me wrong,
So no longer shall this lion roar,
It is battered and bruised and just doesn’t care anymore.