My Picture a Puzzel Piece in the Rain Never Joined

Like so many drops of rain

Never striking the same place twice

Yet covering it none the less

Never the exact piece

Yet part of the whole

That's how I am

I could be anything

Do anything

But I will never fit just right

No matter what I do

I will never fit in

Accepted into the whole

But never a part of it

A pice of the puzzel

That happens to fit

But doesn't belong there

A drop of rain

Fallen before the rest

Never joined by another

I'm here

But not welcomed

Tolerated at most

Ignored at best

Hated by all

An image in the background

Of a photograph

That couldn't be edited away

And so is discarded Forever

This poem is about: 
Me

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