Taken For Granted

For his mom, in emotion, he'd grow insane,
From his dad, he suffered incessant pains,
For his relatives, he was the problem manager,
Yet, for his family, he was the perfect stranger.

Lean by appearance, strong by nature,
For others, any risks he'd gladly venture,
Omnipresent in times of others' needs,
Yet, for himself, never did any noble deed.

Monster for himself, Saint for people,
His philanthrophy had created quite a ripple,
Hopelessly lost inside, perennially happy outside,
Encouraging others - for his own hopes had died.

He had comforted himself with a sea of lies,
To comfort others, he'd made many a sacrifice,
Happiness, for him, was just an elusive illusion,
Yet, he always smiled - giving others a happy delusion.

Then, on one fine autumn day,
His problems he decided to say,
People scorned, people laughed,people taunted,
None of them made him feel wanted.

At first, this reaction left him without a clue,
He'd lost his identity, lost his value,
Then, when within himself, he did finally dig,
He realized...All along he'd just been a public guinea pig.