Truthful Liar Poem by Dan Medina

I loathe you with every force of hatred and wrath within
You hoard deception and lie
To give into false truths-false hopes
There you dangle a prize worth fighting for,
You hide the chances,
And lure my entity with thoughts sweet as honey.
But seeing through the crevasse,
truth is what you so ruthlessly stow away.
A shell of lies, steeped within truth.
Deception which at first coats and fills out,
Giving substance, looking beautiful with hopes and ambition.
Who can live without hope?
But who can die without truth?
And there truth is, like a volatile acid,
Eroding and dissolving away the coat of hopeful lies until gone
All that is left- a disgusting slough of what once held up,
What once gave the flame it's passion
What once gave the flight, it's wings.
Leaving an empty, cold vacuity.
But who is at fault?
Because each time, each desolation,
I build again these hopeful lies,
Only to let the acid of truth take it down once more.
So it is to me that I owe this state.
So it is I that I truly hate.
What makes more sense?