Sacrifice

A poem about making sacrafices of myself so the person I love would be happy.

These feelings I suppress
The pain deep in my chest
All the emotions I collect
Only to be let out in a wreck

I somehow manage to supply
Everyone with a single lie
One that says I enjoy
The life that begins to annoy

Hiding all I really feel
Trying my best to conceal
What I know to be true
Though I’d never tell you

Keeping silent and sliding past
Running from life, finishing last
I do all I can to make you smile
But it fades away after a short while

I try to perceive
What it means to believe
Trying to make you feel
What for me isn’t real

I cannot deny it anymore
I despise how I feel, that’s for sure
But I’ll live with the pain in my chest
If it means you’ll get all the best

Life has so many mysteries to find
But not one should ever bind
You to a world of love and hate
One that you couldn’t anticipate

Therefore, be happy at my expense
If it means I’ll make a difference
But don’t pity me for I can deal with such pain
And it wont drive me insane