Self Sacrifice Often Means not Being Accepted By The Masses

When I first got here

I reached out to one of the dark ones

I tried to offer my hand

I thought that I actually had a chance at making a difference in his life

I said the name of this dark one

To an officer that was in my class

She almost drew her weapon on me

She said that it wasn’t my place to help

And basically told me to give it up

He was beyond hope

I struggled with this for a long time

I’ve always believed that everybody had a chance

He is in prison now

And believes that everybody has forgotten about him

I think of him often

But I always wonder if I gave up on him prematurely

His name was Chad

He showed me kindness

When he wasn’t on the drug that ruled his life

He actually had some good within him.

Have I given up on my fellow man

Because the road to recovery was a difficult path?

Did I give up on him

Because it would have put me in a bad light with the police?

Have I sold a piece of my soul for the safety of acceptance?

I do believe that all of mankind deserves forgiveness

But have I sought the safety of acceptance

And forsaken my own soul

Out of fear of what others would see when they looked upon me?

That is my fear

I have always done the right thing

Because it was the right thing

But I fear that in this case

I have given up and taken the easy road

I am sorry