Finding happiness in reading, it takes me to my ideal life. Because Im a lost soul... 
Feeling empty inside, not knowing what happiness is. 
I feel like a needle in haystack,too imposible to find. 
Even I dont know who I am...
Dont know what happiness is.
Im submerged with a deep wound of the past that does not heal, it keeps on bleeding secrectly. 
I keep a two face mask to show the people...to deceive my very own self. 
Im a total mess... 
Perfectly imperfect... 
Full but empty... 
Contented but wanting more of unknown... 
Looking for something I dont know... 
Could somebody tell me who I am?