The rage is burning deep in your dark eyes.
I stand seemingly stubborn.
I won't allow you your relief and that enrages you.
I want to give it to you, give everything to you, but I don't.
I don't because I get it.
I don't because you need me to, so badly it's hurting you.
I let you hurt.
I let it because I care too much to let you do what you want to yourself.

The confusion swirls deep within your brown eyes.
I try to explain it.
I don't let it be simplified so it won't be too esy.
I wish it was clear enough that I wouldn't have to sit between riddles.
I can't let it be looked at as nothing.
I can't let it be exaggerated because that isn't what is right.
I let you be confused.
I let it because it's better than you standing in the shadow of mistakes, with an ache in your heart.

The pain is evident in my eyes.
I am tired, so very tired.
I can't pretend to be strong when I admit that I'm so weak.
I won't allow myself to give up trying for those I care for.
I wish I could just protect you all from the damage I foresee.
I do understand.
I do know so well, too well that it triggers those feelings buried within me.
I let myself hurt.
I let myself because it's better than those I love and hide my love for being hurt when I can try to shield them.

And that
Is my SACRIFICE.