Himself

Even as a child he,
Was lonely by himself,
Unsatisfied to play alone,
He needed someone else.

During elementary,
He always sought the rest,
Whenever without company,
Depressed, was he at best.

He learned a lot as he matured,
Through lessons, scrapes and burns,
Yet his this needy trait endured,
His heart would always yearn:

For something, someone, somewhere.
An object beyond his grasp.
And each attempt to cure this pain,
Concludes in tragic vein.

Abridged alleviation is,
What he found in drugs.
But that was just a mere facade,
Shrouding what it was.

When that failed he turned to love,
Or something of the kind.
Using girls to fill his heart,
They couldn't cure his mind.

You'd think a broken heart or two,
might have set him straight.
But no, that's not what happened here,
It magnified his pain.

Confused, he knew he'd never fit,
Into this ugly world.
He'd never find acceptance here,
Using drugs and girls.

But then one day when he woke up,
It came into his mind,
A brand new hope, a brand new thought,
Right then obstructed time.

He now could see what all this time,
Was locked behind a door,
Embedded in his essence and,
Inside his very core.

Behind the door a fire burned,
Blazing bright with glory,
And by that light it was adorned.
His stance on his old worries.

He realized that he had something,
Meant for no one else.
What he had was always there,
Right then he found himself.