Finding Me

Every day is starting to merge and blur,
Starting to feel less and less secure.

The feeling of disappearing is becoming greater.
These emotions, can I learn to master?

Looking everywhere, to find the missing piece.
Still this uncertainty will not cease.

Searching all around to try and find something, someone, known as Me.
Everywhere appears to be empty.

Can it be, I’m really just as hollow as I seem?
Or is this just a bad dream?

Surely there must be something to tell,
I can’t be just an empty shell.

Round and round I go again,
Feeling like I’m trapped in a pen.

Struggling to see,
Just what I’m meant to be.