Would it ever make sense to you, if I told you I felt incomplete?
Emptiness like never before,
A hole in my heart that should not be there,
I try to fill it, I search, I try, I seek…

When I was little I was happy and secure,
I was like the lad who all would adore,
I felt on top of the world… at least this world,
But now I long, I long for a cure…

The world is my oyster and the journey is mine,
But it feels like a burden,
A trip of sadness
How long are we hear for, is my life right or is this a crime?

I feel better writing this script of sort,
I have family, friends and colleagues,
What more can one want from his life?
Will I fill this void? Or will I fall short?

I listen to the Lord to the best of my ability,
But in all honesty it’s to the best of my choice,
I want to be like I used to, but have I gone too far,
Where am I now? Can anyone find me?

One day this void will be filled, by you, me or him…
I hope for our sake it’s by him,
For he is the benevolent one,
For he I shall try not sin…

I think to myself, do I need someone to be with me?
I look for the perfect girl when I am perfect for no one,
I be myself and they be everything there not,
If the honest kind were always most happy, then what is wrong with me?

I tried to face it, but I just ran…
I tried to fill this hole, with friends both new and old,
I tried to convince myself it would all be ok,
But now I’m here, I just don’t know who I am

My mother once said to me,
“I don’t know who you are anymore”,
After a long, long time I died a little inside,
How can I expect my mother to know me, when I don’t know me? ?
When my mother said those words, I felt like crying in her arms,
But she didn’t know who I was,
For would she let a stranger cry in her arms?
I tried to smile and cover my emotions with my charm…
Truth be told, I couldn’t utter words,
The world grew on me, where am I? Who am I? When am I? What am I?
My mother looked at me, unknowing of what was in my head,
She set fear on me, like one big herd…
I now try to act like what she wants me to be,
Truth be told, I still am far from me…
For her I would do anything, she is my constant, she is my Lord,
I trust in her, her judgement for me necessary.

I end on this note, that my words are expressed,
I run through emotions from scared, happy, confused and depressed,
But I know one thing, yes one thing for sure,
I am not alone; for that I am sure…

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