LOVE passed my door

Lately love seems to pass my door;
almost telling I’m not wanted anymore.
It’s badly affecting my huge confidence.
Why me? It simply doesn’t make sense.

I outed my feelings, honest and true
and ended up wrong since the colour is blue.
Now for long, I won’t open anymore,
since love is destined to pass my door.

The haunting, the sadness, the questions I ask.
Is this my price for not wearing a mask?
An empty heart, a head full of cotton,
love passed my door, and I was forgotten.