Cogitating the existence
Of another world
The puzzler is snapped out of their stupor
The one piece that will simply not fit
Glares at the puzzler
Just mocking them

Aren't we all
Just pieces that will simply not fit
In the grander puzzle

This world is strange
This world is unknown
This world is impossible

A thought drifts down to the puzzler
From the sky above
Striking them like a bolt
And they realize with a jolt
What if
They'd only been trying the wrong way
What if
They simply needed to look at this
From a new perspective

What if
They considered the form of the piece
Instead of the ones around it
In order to solve
This confounding puzzle

Sometimes you find the missing pieces, other times you find new pieces to replace the old ones...

Here I am
on the edge between
happiness and sadness
once more.
How did I get here?
How did I become so lost,
so alone...
Why am I here?
Why dont I belong?
acception is such a strange concept.
We believe in those we feel worthy,
and forget those we feel are not.
Why cant we accept that each
And every person is great
and unique and amazing
in ther own special way
they create individually.
I would do a lot
to make sure
people dont end up
where I am right now.