Missing Love

The pick of the litter, you pity. Knowing you can have plenty still leaves you less than full. Spread thin and left sharing little. Not even quality time can you devote for the prerequisite is that you not hide. That is the greatest obstacle unshielding the mask, it forces you to greet yourself and truly you have no clue. Buried under deceit and lies, you forgot how to recognize who you really are. Sad as you shift from one to the next, trying to satisfy an appetite with no taste. Your eyes stay out of focus because none are who you wish to see. Trying to touch what you cannot feel all because you're missing Love.