And so it came to be
this isolation that I am
I can only look to me
to find the way it all began
This confusion, constant hunger
for something more than this
I strive to find this being
that I envision, yet seem to miss
Could it be that I am empty
or maybe a little lost?
Could it be that I am lonely,
or seek happiness at any cost?
This never-ending "something"
that I am living deep inside
Depicts the illusion of myself
and all I have to hide