Don't Read Between the Lines

I keep things from you and am everything ,I never told you Or you'd have scraped it all, screwed me up clawed me raw It is hard, Keeping things from the ones you love

The me you know, isn't me at all "It's who?" It's you! your ideals your principles your rights and your wrongs.

the incredible self lover you are, loving your reflection in my being, I wish I would love me too

You are still here, so am I with friends acquaintances and pretences but I am not real, never real I put up a show just so am not forced low

Living with guilt stamped on your loyalty, Turns a death wish. You wish death- should and must do us apart, because you are scared of judgements and The Judgement

In hindsight what am I supposed to blame? not loving myself or letting you love yourself in me.