Missing

You hide,
But I find you with ease.
You cry,
At pain that is nothing.
I hide,
For I am out numbered.
I cry,
At pain that is nothing.

You go missing,
And know that you'll be found.
You sit in the pride,
And pay no attention to danger.
I go missing,
And wonder if I'll be found.
I sit detached,
On my toes to search for threats.

You have no clue,
Nor do you care.
I have no care,
And possess no clues.

So, enjoy your
Fake
Stained
And painful happiness.
And enjoy the fact I
Cared
Loved
and cherished you.

So smile
While your lonely
And put your mask on

But I can go bare
And laugh in your face
For, I am not alone.