A Clear Picture Within

Within me there is a spot that must be filled Trying to find the cure to make it disappear, yet causing my spirit to be killed Within me there is an empty spot Testing a million things, causing my insides to rot Within me, I cannot stand what I see Emptimess, open, but no longer recognizing me Within me, it is cold, uncomfortable, but I can understand When words hurt worse than the strike of a hand Within me I know there are things that I must change Yet my fear causes me to feel the threat of rearrange Within me I can see That if changes never occur then happy is something that I will never be