This hole inside,

Do you feel it?

Every time, a touching song,

a moving performance

I thought I was complete.

But once the feeling is over, I am again searching

Why do entertainers make that much money?

Because the way their craft speaks to us,

Makes use feel like they understand.

But at the end of every day

We're all alone.

Staring at the dark walls of the room

That is our haven and our jail.

Do I dare voice my unrest?

I can only hope that one day, I will find,

You.

A smile that I can claim is mine at least once

Hands that will bring my comfort at least once

An embrace when I cower in the corner

Reading my mind when I least expect it

Laughter that lifts my heart to soar

A beautiful, glorious person

Who will take my hands and lift me from the kow tow position

Remind me that I have a place to stand when I try to sink into the shadows

But I guess that's too much to ask.

Whether you exist or not

I will drift, trying to tie myself down

And try to smile for myself.