Relationships

It hurts to see people hating you,
and when you don't know why?

Is it a glass or a mirror that
I see between us?
Am I seeing you or myself,
When I see the hate in your eyes?

I hate myself when I see the hate in your eyes.
I hate the 'falseness'
that you make me feel.

I sometimes wonder if what you feel is true and
I am all that?
I am lost as lost can be.
Why did it get to this place
Where we can no longer see eye to eye.

You are not my choice, neither am I yours,
You are neither my pride, neither I yours,
You will never trust me, neither will I.

But, you have something you love,
Which is my love too.
It feels like we are pulling each other and pushing each other too.

Why this struggle?
Why can't it be a ride?
Why is life so hostile?
When it could have been otherwise?

-S.