Wound or healing

This poem explores the pain of betrayal and hypocrisy from loved ones, contrasting love .

You hurt us, but also heal the wounds
You love, but also show hatred
You defame us, but also show respect
How do you keep two faces, one with love and one with hate?
We hated hypocrisy, that's why we knew you were fake
We recognized your face from afar, but those close to our heart weakened our vision
We would've forgiven strangers, but our own people left us
Should I become a stranger, or make them think I'm one?
I knew their tone, but I kept convincing myself
They are flowers, and we are thorns
Our love was true, but our own people betrayed us
I knew it was just a dream, no one can replace a father
And the brother who claimed me as his daughter, doesn't even consider me his sister
The moments of our happiness, where did they go?
They blurred my vision, but didn't return
My brother always pretended to love me, didn't understand me
Not a daughter, not even a sister...