House Of Mirrors

I guess the truth is uncomfortable.. because illusions are safe, so when I spoke against hate, I became less lovable. We were on the edge of bliss, so what started this? I had nothing but my heart to give and yet I'm caught in a perpetual argument. & it pertains to growth, something that's lacking in whom I love the most. So is this why you're rejecting my affection? Feels like I'm dying inside, but thank God my pride provides the worst kind of protection. While in need of you.. & to cope this cloak will need to do.. until I get tired of swallowing desire.. since I get pushed aside.. & if you're expecting the questions.. my attention is denied. woe is me, I guess I'll never truly get you.. you give me parts of pieces, still I'm eager to accept you. & I can't say it's desperation... just my lack of forgiveness causing me to cling to this over-claimed hatred.