Everytime I look into the mirror, 

I stare into a puzzle piece, 

The puzzled face of everyday, 

Knowing not of what  to do or say. 

Trying to bend my sides and my corners,

To fit in with the other pieces,

So that I won't be an other foreigner, 

Or be different from the rest. 

Between these lines,

Lays a truth to be told,

Can you see it?  

Is it bold? 

Or under another tone?

Find the pieces,

End the story.