misplaced
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The piece missing from every puzzle
And when found
I don't fit
Some will try hard
To press their thumbs
Jamming me in and out of every corner
Where I was not made to be
So many pieces,
sleeping,
I should be sleeping,
But you find me here
up and writing
keys clicking
space bar tapping
anxious but calm
intervals of still and shaking
Have you ever felt like you had no purpose.
Like no matter all the crazy things you do seem like it's never enough.
I’m the quiet one
who talks
too quickly under the bright lights of a school
I’m the one on the sidelines
the only one watching
without better things to do
