| 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. Bottom line : I AM FEELING super insecure, and confused for that reason. |
