Venting in a Poetic Sense

Simple implications of a meaning...of an understanding.
A one way ticket on a dirt road.
No satisfaction ever promised...Nothings true it's just fiction.
A happy ending is just unfinished business.
The true qualities taken for granted.
Kindness mistaken for weakness and loyalty mistaken for ignorance.
No time to sit and discuss it...the truth was buried right below the surface.
No actual comprehension just what was thought of it.
Words mistaken for plagiarism...but the truth was really in it.
It feels like your all shouldn't be put forth it...
Well why should it if you get NOTHING in return.
All you'll ever get is a sick feeling of what did I do wrong.
But when you look at the big picture it was them all along.
Still you feel guilty and alone...everything that ever happened feels as if it meant nothing at all.
Not meant for this the message a body signals can tell it all.
Not ready to face no music at all...just ready to give up on it all.
I don't understand it at all....the definition to this way of life....
So many are judgmental and know nothing of a real survival story.
So many are too simple-minded too understand the way you think in time.
It could be an inspirational story to someone...to let them know they are not alone in this world.
So easily I would give my life to protect the ones I love but I fear so few of them could or would do the same in return.
So should I change my ways? All I do is give and give just for them to take away.
Will I ever receive something from them.....
Maybe I should discontinue it all.
Stop thinking about others and only focus on my well-being....
Then I would be looked upon as selfish or greedy...but isn't that what everyone else does?
I don't know my mind seems weakened or pressured.
No answers to questions no back-up...no nothing.