Am here!

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.

Sometimes i just brakedown and cry