FIT

Sun, 04/14/2013 - 03:36 -- PShah

I am a puzzle piece.

Nothing more and nothing less.

So many places to fit , so many.

So many awful choices, so many good ones.

But there is only one choice.

Only one.

One cut out in my shape and size.

One for me

And me only.

But I don't want it.

I try.

I cut my jagged pieces.

I cut them oh so well.

But yet I cannot fit into the place.

I cannot do it.

I am too large and bulky.

Or I am too small and frail.

And yet my cutout stays.

Waiting for me , beckoning.

But I can't go there.

I want to be something else.

For just a day.

So I cut away.

Piece by piece.

And yet I still cannot fit.

A chunk is still too large.

Or too small.

So after trying and trying , I go back.

And to my surprise.

My cutout doesn't fit me anymore.

And I do not fit anywhere.

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