Pleasure is Pain

Left out, unknowing, untold, untrusted.
This is what races through my mind.
You leave to talk to others, share your time.
Yet to me you barely speak.
You say that there are problems.
But tell me nothing's wrong.
You say that you love me.
But turn away from my love.
You hide behind pasts.
Hiding from me.
You tell me I'm a princess.
But treat me as a slave.
No one else can see it.
I've learned to hide the pain.
I stick up for you when others try to warn me.
I'm drawn like a moth to flame.
I know it's my destruction.
My pleasure is my pain.