A conflict

We found comfort in the truth
They sought truth in their comfort

Our pleasure was free of guilt
Their guilt was full of pleasure

We found beauty in acceptance
They sought acceptance in beauty

Our words were made of love
Their love was built on words

We communicated without ever speaking
They spoke without ever communicating

Alone, we rose
Lonely, they fell

Together, a conflict:

Are we to become one of them,
Or should they become one of us?