Not My Job Description

I am suppose to be empathetic. With a showing it to those, Who should know better but don't. What has been allowed, Is not my job description to follow. I am suppose to have restraint and patience. To prove I have gained knowledge and wisdom, Just to lay down like a doormat to be accepted. What has been allowed, Is not my job description to follow. Well... Reality to live for the truth of it has come. And many unfamiliar with it may be stunned. But no longer will I be the one to deny its presence. With a caring less whose pretentions are offended. Too much respect do I have for myself to be kept, As those who have none for themselves or others... Can gather together in protest to expect, Someone to babysit their ignorant nonsense... For their entire lives in a doing to despise, Those who confront to remove obstacles on a daily basis. People who refuse to grow up with it done, Will always create conflict and confusion for everyone. With expectations to have what has been allowed accepted. And nowhere on my job description, Depicts I should continue being patient with disrespect. And no longer will I donate to those kinds of charities