And so it came to be

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
something....

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.