Coming to Terms

How dare You
make Me doubt
that love exists!
I
was never meant
to be as jaded as this.
Was it My youth
that blinded Me
to a shattering truth?
Perhaps.
But, wasn't it You,
who demanded nothing less
than complete honesty,
when You, Yourself,
Never gave it to Me
in return?
How am I supposed to react?
Very little that You said
was actual fact.
Do I get angry
and cause a scene?
Do I block it all out,
as if a bad dream?
You tell me.
If the situations were reversed,
how would You handle
this betrayal of trust? What's worse
is, I know exactly
what Your feelings would be.
So tell me, why can't I
treat You with the same disregard?
Why does coming to terms
with all the damage You've done
have to be so HARD?