The Hollow

You don't know what it is, but it's there
Lurking behind every empty smile
Hiding behind the seemingly perfect facade
It's the hollow
Sneaking into each intimate moment
Sometimes the sarcasm douses the flame
But the embers never die
It's the hollow
The little lies cover it for a time
But it scratches it's way to the surface
Knowing there's no one to confide in
It's the hollow
You are never sure if it's the unfulfilled dreams
Or the childhood secret dying to burst out
It could be the let down of this life
It's the hollow
It gnaws away at the spirit
It eats at your soul
It drowns you in quiet anguish
It's the hollow
You search for freedom
And almost have it in your grasp
But freedom seems no match
For it's the hollow
Tears cannot even rain down
Nothing seems to matter
Everything appears surreal
But it's the hollow
It will steal away any happiness
But not with haste, only stealth
All just seems barely out of reach
It's the hollow
Teasing, taunting, torturing
Dangling, leading, suppressing
Empty, nothing, just hollow