I, martyr

a bad case of martyrdom
Jesus Christ fever
do it to myself every time
take it all, take it on
refuse anyone’s help
shrug it off, wave them away
leave me be, I’ll be fine
don’t need a soul
got it covered
fuck off
really could use a hand
damned if I’ll ever ask
as though I’m convinced the harder the road to walk
greater will be the reward once end is reached
as though every favour I owe another for aide given
is a deficit on a karmic scorecard
and every favour done will somehow pay
for some sin as yet uncommitted