Me
A puzzle piece
With jagged broken edges
Trying to force
Myself into places
I wish desperately
I could fit into
But everyone knows
I don't belong
And whose puzzle
Is going to be complete
With a piece like me?
I don't have rounded purposeful edges,
that slide into place
that complete a beautiful picture
I'm the piece that fell onto the floor
out of a complicated
1000 piece puzzle
that no one
wants to complete
no one
has the time
they pick me up
once in a while
to find out
that I dont fit
the puzzle they're
trying to complete
and I remain
jagged
broken
unfinished
forgotten
and unattached
from my whole picture.
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Thought Spiraling
PoesíaFree verse poetry about Anxiety, anxiety attacks, depression, insecurity, dealing with trauma, and dysfunctional relationships.