Ransack- by: unknown forgotten

It's too early to tell if I can handle the trials well
No doubt about getting through to the end
But how I will thrive without my bit of chaos
Can I bring out enough grace to be trampled by the mob,
When they come for what they want so bad?
Can I defend the fortune we've fought so long to protect?
Is it so wrong for me to exist without what has been my blood?
Should I fight, or do what they say is right,
And give up the nonpareil that has so long belonged to me?