Modern dance of love

Clutching at straws
All they see are flaws,
Turning noses up at you
Asking
What did you do
Replying
Silence is what you received
Thoughts of are you being deceived
For what reason
Seems what you did is akin to high treason
Left in a tower
All they can do is glower
Bound inside by insecurities and doubt
Strength waning for the next bout
So alone
In this tower of stone
Not knowing when is our release,
Will be here until we rest in peace,
Following this daily grind,
Peace is not what you'll find
Torment of the soul
Keeping us from feeling whole