No fight here. Here is where you get to end up perplexed.
Constantly vexed
Completely wreaked.

Then once you leave, time to step out into the light
Onto better, time to reach heights
Not for me though, not quite

I've been told I am a protector
It's like I soak up the bad and keep it all inside
I can't release it or it may go back to its owner.
So I keep it all though it may ruin me
Rather than them, me. I wouldn't have it any other way.

I wonder if they remember the many times I was there, inspiring, helping, valuing, loving
Or if all they remember is when I wasn't.
I wonder who blames me because I'm so seemingly closed off, it's my fault I'm breaking
It's my fault I'm absent
I too have always blamed myself.

See I'm not saying I'm the most sympathetic
But I try
Actually, the adjective I'd use is...