The puzzle

The Puzzle

Life is so confusing

What to do

And what to say

I feel like I'm abusing

My brain

Constantly thinking

Is it?

Is it this

Or is it that

All the pieces fit

But look so strange

Sometimes I'm on the outside

Looking it at myself

I can’t seem to decide

What’s wrong with me

But it must be there

A piece missing somewhere

Theres ugly

Theres dumb

The problem in all this misery

Is that at the moment when as a person

I need to love myself

I even start to realize that

I cannot gain confidence when the one person

In the entire world that’s supposed to find the good

Does not

I want to cry

Tired of this

Always making myself try

To find the missing piece

In this puzzle that is me.

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