Something Poem by sanah kazmi

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, m leaving deep
inside depicts the illusion
of myself and all i have to hide