We fight to get to know people.
We try to learn everything there is to know.
Who are they really.
We attempt to figure them out,
so we don't get hurt.
Who are they behind closed doors,
when eyes aren't watching.
The worst part is,
when you finally believe you have come to know someone,
you are blinded by the shattering truth.
That you can never truly know a person.
Until it's too late.
Do we really want to know?
I mean really.
Because after the door has been cracked open,
There's no going back.
And that person you once thought you knew,
with forever be shattered.
Could we ever love each other after knowing the truth.
Is there love that exists after enlightenment of the truth?
You tell me.