I am a puzzle
They try to put me together
But when it gets hard, I'm torn to pieces again
They get bored of me
Pieces of me are lost or thrown away
Who will bother to pick me up?
Who will put me back together?
When will I be whole again?
Scattered on the floor
Broken and worthless
I've forgotten what I'm meant to be
Is my purpose solely to be torn apart, piece by piece, at everyone else's will? How can I expect someone else to put me together, when I can't even solve myself?
The answer is simple
I'm unsolvable
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Sing and Dance
ПоэзияSing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
