Who Are You? Poem by Sandra jacks

Theres a hole somewhere,
inside me,
but i can't quite find where it is,
it's controlling the emptiness,
alive in me,
and im driven into something i never did,
the brokenness,
i can't quite control,
it's controlling me,
and these thoughts,
possibly,
undeniable,
there's something here,
where it shouldn't be,
there's something near,
to this serendipity,
i dont know,
how this could really be.