Something

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.