People’s Sacrifice

I'm a sacrifice

For the people,

Mend me how you need.

For each piece of me,

Is another one for you.

None of this is mine

It's just yours.

Each piece

Sheds itself

From my being,

Until there's nothing left

Besides a false smile,

Lying on the ground

As I tell myself

I'm happy!

This is how it's supposed to be!

Nothing left for myself,

But the fake joy

From giving myself completely

To those strangers.

Forgetting who I am

To fit their perfect dreams.

Forgetting what I was

Besides a sacrifice

For the greater good.

Is this how life's supposed to be?

Just broken pieces of a being,

Left to be fought over by others,

Left to be forgotten as a person,

But remembered as a thing,

But remembered for their sacrifice,

While hiding their unhappiness from the world

While hiding how they truly feel.

Is this how life's supposed to be?

Are we supposed to be nothing more

Than something to be used

For the benefit of others?

Because at this rate,

I'll become nothing more than a sacrifice

Of false smiles and false hopes.

But that's just life.

Isn't it?