i am a puzzle
you open me up
from the start
you have expectations
i am not your expectation
i confuse you
the pieces
none fit together
i am a puzzle
but there is no solution
because i am not one to give out
all my pieces
has this happened before?
my packaging had been ripped open long before you came
they couldn't understand me
vigorously trying to force the pieces together until they gave up
i am a puzzle
i am frustrating ; difficult
i have problems,
don't we all?
you think you know what my purpose is
you think you know what i am supposed to be
but i, perplex even myself
there is no telling what is wrong with me
i am a puzzle
but i am not a game
please don't play with me
i am in pieces
but i am not broken
stop trying to fix me
YOU ARE READING
poems for the unloved
Poetrythis is basically a diary lol these aren't really poems. these are my word paintings, straight out of the most isolate parts of my brain, from freshly cut wounds.
