Love, Life and Me

I open my mouth, The vapor travels to deaf ears.
I look around, Blind eyes are all too see.
I reach out my hand, but the touch is only my own.
I fall on my own, No stranger will comfort me.

I'd spill my heart to anyone who would listen.
I'd cast my gaze on anyone who sees me for who I am.
I'd be touched by the life that showed me how to love.
It is not the idea of love I fear, for I do not understand it.

How can I show love when I've never be taught I am lovable?
Do I treat it like a commodity and give it for a gift in return?
Show me love, and I will love.
Show me fear, and I fear only me.

Is it selfish to want love?
Is it selfish to lie and use others to gain love?
Is it selfish to withhold love from others until it is received?

What is the picture of true love? How is it painted by the Master?
Can the human apprentice give an accurate example?

They say the best love is free. Free to whom? Free of what? Free from where?
I cannot believe in true love unless I can experience it? From whom? For nothing in return?
I cannot trust God is love unless I see an expression of love in His art.
I am a twisted example of love, a glass shattered with a dull swing.
I fear my love because it is tainted and broken from me, for me.
I am selfish.

I abuse the very idea of love with my selfish ambitions.
This is why I fear love, It is because I fear me.