Unexpectedly Selfless

I felt like writing a quite personal poem about how people perceive me, and how it is complete and utter nonsense.

Nobody sees,
The good things I do,
Unexpectedly selfless,
Thoughtless and true.

Pay homage to me,
Once my last day is done,
For honesty is my weakness,
And my trait all in one.

You grow false perceptions,
Through arrogance and fear,
Your opinions get clouded,
Due to the others you hear.

Understanding is a virtue,
Which many of you lack,
And I pity for this,
The ones not quite on track.

Yet, ofcourse I refrain,
If only you knew,
'cause i'm unexpectedly selfless,
Thoughtless and true.

Love unto waste.

I believe that "love" is just an obsession, like a drug or a videogame, so I wrote a poem about it:

Love is a drug,
And you do not see,
That love is a drug,
You get your fix from me.

Love is an obsession,
No feeling from the heart,
A subtle addiction,
That I need to impart.

Love is a word,
To describe a deeper meaning,
Few choose to understand,
As it can be demeaning.

Love is a hope,
That many long for,
A world-wide compfort,
We all hope to explore.

Love is a lie,
That needs to be discussed,
But for the time being,
Embrace it, we must.