Who Am I?

I hate people who loves me because I'm still someone doesn't know My body doesn't resemble what is inside me, My tongue tell me things that is difficult for me to know I'm proud with my though and selfish but ( Myself ) is the most thing I abhor Oh silence, you are the reason of my busyness you began to cut my heart and soul Are you in my nature? or you are a love I'm missing it?