Opinionated

Who are you to critique my heart , when it is in pieces already?
My tears could be as a river, when they fall from my eyes;
True love knows not any boundaries:
There are  not any sympathies when I cry;
My critics have not a clue what this is like;
Though they are relentless when they spew thoughtless words:
The love of my life remains silent and cold;
Time does not wait : another birthday will arrive: another year to unfold.