Sometimes I feel like a puzzle piece
Looking for the perfect spot
But actually finding a connection
Is harder than I would have thought
Sometimes I find a section
That looks exactly like my hue
But our edges just won't match up
And I have to begin my search anew
I recently thought I found my place
Where everything seemed to fit
Together we'd be a work of art
I thought this was finally it
But once we started to get closer
I noticed that something was wrong
Our pieces wouldn't fit together
And I once again would not belong
I didn't want to search anymore
After the years of frustration
So I came to the conclusion
It was time for an alteration
There were pieces of myself
I thought I could afford to lose
So I began hacking at my edges
And changing some of my views
Even with the changes though
We could never be a match
I couldn't become the proper shape
For us to be able to attach
But as I turned to leave
It occurred to me what I'd done
I'd altered myself forever
And might not ever fit anyone
My once perfectly smooth edges
Were now ugly and uneven
And so I left it all behind
Thinking I had nothing to believe in
While I wandered around the world
Feeling helpless and alone
I soon discovered a brand new place
Called the crooked puzzle zone
It was a city full of misfits
Who thought they'd never find their place
They were all so friendly and welcoming
Of my broken, tattered face
Together we still make beautiful art
It's just a little more abstract
And though we don't have our "perfect pairs"
We can still happily interact.
So whenever you're feeling down
And life has made you weary
Remember the world is full of puzzles
And every piece is necessary
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 6:28 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel like a puzzle piece
Looking for the perfect spot
But actually finding a connection
Is harder than I would have thought
Sometimes I find a section
That looks exactly like my hue
But our edges just won't match up
And I have to begin my search anew
I recently thought I found my place
Where everything seemed to fit
Together we'd be a work of art
I thought this was finally it
But once we started to get closer
I noticed that something was wrong
Our pieces wouldn't fit together
And I once again would not belong
I didn't want to search anymore
After the years of frustration
So I came to the conclusion
It was time for an alteration
There were pieces of myself
I thought I could afford to lose
So I began hacking at my edges
And changing some of my views
Even with the changes though
We could never be a match
I couldn't become the proper shape
For us to be able to attach
But as I turned to leave
It occurred to me what I'd done
I'd altered myself forever
And might not ever fit anyone
My once perfectly smooth edges
Were now ugly and uneven
And so I left it all behind
Thinking I had nothing to believe in
While I wandered around the world
Feeling helpless and alone
I soon discovered a brand new place
Called the crooked puzzle zone
It was a city full of misfits
Who thought they'd never find their place
They were all so friendly and welcoming
Of my broken, tattered face
Together we still make beautiful art
It's just a little more abstract
And though we don't have our "perfect pairs"
We can still happily interact.
So whenever you're feeling down
And life has made you weary
Remember the world is full of puzzles
And every piece is necessary
Ever sit down with an idea in your head, start writing, and end up with a totally different result than what you originally set out to write?
That was this poem.
Oh well..I guess I'll have to come back to the other idea some other time lol
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