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