I am a puzzle
with pieces that don’t fit
every way you try
you will get nowhere with it
the whole picture is not shown
on the box or it’s lid
and I hate to tell the truth
I’ve been this way since I was a kid
Absorbed in the puzzle
I lose all track of time
Anxiety over takes me
As though I’ve committed a crime
Is it wrong to be more than one
The puzzle pieces scatter on the floor
As I turn over the table and run for the door
I am running scared,
trying to get away
the pieces fall to the ground
and stay where they lay
some of the pieces overlap
while others are alone
when I look at the pieces
I am chilled to the bone
How will I ever put together
All that is broken
When all I have to go on
Are secrets that are spoken
These are my only clues
to the misfit puzzle pieces here
and I am half way out the door
denial in its most sincere
Left on the floor in disarray
The pieces try to call to me
I turn my back on them
Why can’t they just leave me be
I walk back to the table
And turn it right side up
I gather all the puzzle pieces
Making my hand like a cup
They shower down onto the table
And I vow to give it one more try
But I don’t know where to begin
I can only ask why
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