Lost

How do I say that I'm lost?
Where do I go to consider myself found?
For a second it seems like I have it all
but in the end theres nothin,
Only dead sound.
From the people that come and go
To those that stick around.
Only to leave when you,
when your "fame" has gone down.
To loved is to be hurt,
As to be hidden is to be shown.
Your name is well established,
But never truly known.
Heart are always given,
To the ones that never show.
That's why love is taken for granted
And some may never know.
My heart dies from my pains,
As my mind further grows.
Why can't they see it?
Why can't they know?
Is this why I'm lost?
Do I not know me,
Or do I listen to all that people assume me to be?
I'm lost...
Where do I find me?