Exposing My Love

I live in a world that dreams are treated like a barbarian
And, I feel more like a nudist with clothes on within this empire.
I learn much about love when I am alone
And, I have learned most of my hate by with selective people.
I shall not say who those people are
But, their common factor with me was that I was to show them love.
They may speak more things about me that may sound like their love for me
But, they choose to say them behind my back as others expose hate in my front.
At seven, I told a girl about how I saw a beautiful thing.
Her response shifted gravity to become heavier to endure by dismissing my pleasure
And, she placed the weight more upon a fact that I was not concern about.
It is this weight that burdens my voice to speak of love
And, why hate flows easy for me to speak about.
There were others more like her
But, there were a few who were not.
Most of those people placed another burden upon me
But, they did not place the weight upon me.
It was more society placed the weight to shun their advances.