A poem by me:

"You can fight 
As much as you'd like
You'll shine as bright
Like during a morning's hike

They'll think you fight for your family,
Your kids, country or humanity.
But that isn't the case
You think about something else

You fight because when you look in the mirror
You can't find yourself
All you see is the terror,
The decreasing health

Your smile isn't the same 
And the cause wasn't fame
It's because nobody fought 
For the child's thoughts

The child you were that was weak 
They never believed in you
Called you a freak
Your caricatures drew 

You watched and listened
While your fists strengthened 
You knew no better
Just this steady bitter

But you somehow knew it was wrong
You saw the pity in the timid's eyes
The suffering was too long
You saw how everyday the same flower dies

You wondered why you helped it
Why other's didn't
You had the time to sit
And saw every little hint 

A hint or a call for help
A silent ones
That you can only see
If you open your eyes
"