Years of an empty feeling
Like I'm missing out on something
Like I'm missing part of myself
I stare
But not in the right direction
I long
For something
For someone.
A secret forever banished to the bottom Of my heart,
Along fantasies and long forgotten Dreams.
Never to be truly brought to the Surface.
I stare
But never in the right direction
I tell myself it's a faze
A curiosity
A trend
I tell myself I'm a teenage stereotype
This is something I'll look back on a Laugh at
I'll laugh at this empty feeling
These missing pieces
I always stare
And long
And crave
And wish
And need
Something I'm to told I'm not supposed To have
I just want to tell someone
Anyone
About these feelings.
