Consequence Of Character

My values are strong my morals steadfast,
It's not easy but I accept nice guys finish last.
Make no mistake I'm not one to complain,
But those around test the weak of the sane.
I've made a choice to give before I get,
But despite that it's hard to know that if you let
The selfish in this world strip you of fair,
They take and do what it takes without a care.
As long as they're happy and they get ahead,
No worries about the countless in their wake left soulless and dead.
The world is full of Scrooges like the Christmas Carol,
Leaving people like me at the bottom of the barrel.
Where is the justice when do they reap what they sow,
Or is my fate just as I imagined the lowest of low.
I'm proud of who I am and what I bring,
Just waiting for my body to numb the sting.
Too blind to those with the knife that I lack,
And as I turn to help them it slides in my back.
The blood is trickling, the pain is a hot sear,
The death is so personal, their breath is so near.
Falling to the ground my eyes fighting the light,
I turn to see my morality with limited sight.
Everytime my character is abused,
A part of me dies dazed and confused.
I can only ask who as I fade from the lands,
And it's so often my friend with my blood on his hands