Life is this confusing maze,
in which we're all a part of.
There's different paths we take,
sometimes leading with a hand and a blind eye,
Other times you'll find a GPS by your side.
It tells you what to do,
where to go,
who to be!
Taking us down on our knees.
Changing our name,
being the same?
Flourished with insecurities.
Biting a lip,
cutting out a tongue.
Pretending you belong!
Like replica with a hidden mistake.
Trying not to break,
but soon you'll just freeze...
and the gps will break.
Once again you're alone.
LOST in a so called "Paradise".
With no way out.
Only born to be in.
But while struggles will last,
doesn't mean you have to let them
in.
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.
