iMakeStuffHappen

How I treat you, and how I treat myself are like chalk and cheese, they're so different, I seem to make you happy, but you don't make me so, I have sins I must repent. You say I put a smile on your face, I add another tally to my arm, you say I ease your pain and make you glad, but to myself I can do naught but harm. You notice not, and live your happy life, the same with everyone who I have met, I hope to see you smile, that is my wish, but "will I live to see it?" is the bet. I'm on the way to jumping off the edge, but I'll refrain myself for you, I pledge.