Wishing for the Unforeseen

Wishing for Sacrifice

She likes not to share her worries,

With ones who don't understand.

The things she's going through,

Or the fun she's never had.

To her,

Her problems are their own,

As she gets eaten alive.

As everyone thinks,

See her on another side.

Day by day continues to pass,

As she still holds everyone's plans.

For it must work for the rest of them,

Even if it means,

Getting her dreams,

Owed to someone else.

For she doesn't matter.

Only the ones that hate,

Get to feel what life is like.

For the rest of the world,

She'll just be late.

As he walks he surpasses the sun,

With colors of orange and red.

Deep things plague the man as he continues to walk for nothing,

Not a word,

Not a face.

As long as he can keep up the pace.

He'll keep wandering through the sun still walking with eyes open wide.

Never to be done,

Always in disguise.

Sleep is a power that is undeserved,

As his shoulder grow heavy with hateful words.

Every time he passes angels that sing,

They tell him unlawful and crude things.

As to jump of the steeple,

And see all the people,

Who had unkind fates like himself.

With burdens weighing deep,

He continues to smile,

While trying to keep,

A pace so still.

For if no one likes him,

No one will.

Sometimes the people who are not noticed are the ones who contribute the most to society. No matter how small or big their actions, they make a difference in the world one action at a time. "Wishing for Sacrifice," is adknowledging the ones who lift everyone up while the rest tear them down. Just maybe if we give them that, they can no longer live in silence and in their own lonesome. If we adknowledge them they can be happy while helping everyone else. They deserve something from society, so lest give it to them, one thanks at a time.