Hiding In

An utterance of replacement
Of despair, nothing
Required voices of daily life
Do not satisfy
Hardly ever open
Teeth and tongue don't show
Through
Rarely is it I say insignificance
Rarely is insignificance
Not what is heard
Groanings and screechings
Of a concave heart
Are not wanted
Never accepting less than beautiful
I say myself I am not
Neither is that accepted
Out of pity
Still, this flesh
Disgusts me
Long days ache
Love around me
A friend, a hug, a father
Once
A family through glass
Whole
But for me
Lukewarm and pastel