The Poems Of Thoughts

SELFLESS

Whenever I'm thinking making things up.
Making things for you without gap.
Assuming like it was real,
Nobody knows instead a big deal.

All I wanna do is to make things for you,
But you treat me like foe.
All I wanna say is just for your sake.
But you give me smile, warm and fake.

In this matter, I was wondering if I suit to be,
A maid who serve you and you who give me blew.
Does this things good for us.
Nor just for you,
Neither for me.
Does this selflessness made me happy?
Or makes me miserable.