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.