It's a feeling I grew used to
An everlasting ache in my chest
Gaps that never filled in
No matter what I tried
Sometimes I felt almost right
But there was always something
Something I just couldn't figure out
A part always missing or off

I felt forever on this journey
To figure it out alone
Ever looking inward
Asking over and over
Why I always felt wrong
Why I felt as if I was a broken doll
As if hollow inside

It was a frightening idea
To be forced to face being wrong
Finding myself piece by piece
Realizing that it was never me
That I was never broken
My situation, perhaps
But never I

But oh how healing it feels
To know now I can forge bonds
That I can feel a sense of belonging
Acceptance of who I am
To know, even briefly
That I am liked
Loved, perhaps

Finding my missing pieces
Filling in the aches