The Hidden Me

When doing something,I always try my best.
But sometimes,I feel like I am missing the rest of myself.
Like a puzzle piece lost long ago.

But the clock has been ticking,the years had passed.
The music had been playing,and the time passed by fast.
All this time,I had hopes for a miracle from the sky.

But it hasn't come to me yet,and I can't  quite explain why.
I try and distract myself from the issue,but that doesn't always last.
Hobbies and music is what I used to get it past.

And it feels awful,like a nightmare from below.
Like in my heart is a void,and inside is hollow.
I open myself up,and inside I follow.

Only to meet another version of myself.
One,that feels empty,but can't ask for help.
I try and hide her with my usual face.

I cover her up and dress her with lace.
I try to fill up that void with treasures I have found.
But the one inside me starts to silently howl.

The one,true me has a secret desire.
I wish I would have the one to love and admire.
Spending the day at a sunset filled sky.

And the nights,looking at the stars.
Looking at eachother with a loving glance.
And maybe,I would heal if I had the chance.

A chance to feel truly happy,and not hollow.
A chance to have someone to hold.