There is a feeling deep within, I cannot quite define,
A sense of being lost, in this body of mine.
Who am I, this person that I claim to be?
A question that haunts me, like a phantom in a tree.
The world outside may know my name and face,
But the one I see in the mirror is, a different place.
A stranger stares back with unfamiliar eyes,
An emptiness inside, that I cannot quite disguise.
I search for the answers, in the depths of my soul,
But the more I look, the more I feel the hole.
I try to fit in, to be just like the rest,
But, something inside me always feels suppressed.
I’m a puzzle, with missing pieces scattered,
I try to fit them, but they’re all shattered.
So I remain incomplete, a puzzle in despair,
Hoping and praying, that one day I'll repair.
For there is a feeling deep within,
A sense of purpose, a fire that burns in.
For there is beauty, in this feeling undefined,
A journey of self-discovery, that I'll always keep in mind.
