Sacrifice: In my context

Sometimes I pity myself for sacrificing things - time, self, knowledge, etc. - for others; a question resides in my head every time this happens - Why am I doing it? I feel so stupid for sharing these things for the people you care about. Sometimes I don’t think they understand me yet they find me weird which is why silence and ignorance was a friend and a foe  in my life. They’ll be there when I need them and will be there when I don’t. But I guess, I have nothing to do about it, because I care for them even if they don’t or give it back. I guess I’m part of the outcasts seeking to find the right persons in life and giving the sacrifice with no sighs. 

Mirrors are invented to see ourselves on how we live our life the way we want it to be and to reflect on our actions that we inflict to others.