Every child is born
With a puzzle to do
Some smaller than others
But same in point of view
As you live your life
You search for every piece
You find them in the people you meet
Or in places you find peace
Sometimes your pieces
Don't fit like they should
So you take them out
And find a place they could
Some people are so desperate
To find the right part
That they'll force them in places
That ruins the art
When a piece doesn't fit
Then you set it aside
It will be important later
It will have to be applied
But those people that are desperate
May take those away
They'll find a place that it fits
Along with the price to pay
Puzzles are made
With similar design
So they can get away
With taking what was mine
Too many people
Took what were important to me
So my puzzle is left unfinished
And I can't see what it would be
I can't finish my puzzle
And show my work of art
I can't get a new puzzle
And go back to the start
Selfish people have ruined
The only thing I had
I can't find my pieces
I have nothing more to add
So I throw away my puzzle
Since there is nothing more to do
I walk through the door
This is all because of you
Not everyone will understand this poem.