We're all puzzle pieces.
Part of this grander picture,
in which we can only see in fractions,
and even those fractions we can only see
if viewed as the past,
A distant memory.
Yet we some how keep trying to
fit everything together.
To figure out the future before its the past,
but it never works...
instead I'm falling over like dominoes,
Then panic arises
and you're back to the beginning
wondering if your piece is even part of this story
feeling like a block being shoved into a circle
You Knew You NEVER belonged!
So you cut off the edges
trying to be a part of
a corrupted picture
in which You have no invitation in.
And you're left alone again
because even your forgery
was Never good enough...
So you may not be able to see the whole picture,
but you already know where you lie...
YOU ARE READING
Broken Puzzle
PoetryWe're all a little broken and truth is, none of us fit in. But we try and conform, whether you want to believe it or not, we all do. However, day by day we slowly lose ourselves and thats when you feel stuck.
