Puzzle Piece
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It's hard to fill up the space they require.
They created a standard that is so inhuman.
I'll keep myself and put my body on fire.
I'm weak; I want to be treated as a man.
Why do they love to change someone?
If it's not a barcode to get the price?
Like a rollercoaster ride, I thought it would be fun.
I can fly, but the world isn't nice.
I want to be a rose in a world full of poison ivy.
You might get hurt, but I can't kill you with words.
Reflection of someone's shadow will not end shiny.
Don't be a prisoner of the singing birds.
Picture-perfect frame from a third-rated museum,
A part of it will be chaos for your ruthless path.
Puzzle piece? No more; step up and see him,
Stop fitting in towards the aftermath.
Would you like to be a showman's doll?
Changing yourself to be someone you are not?
Just like how puzzle pieces will fall—
It's too sick not to accept your own plot.
YOU ARE READING
Cornelia Street
PoetryThrough sonnets inspired by Shakespeare, I finally reveal the intimate secrets I've kept hidden for so long, even though I'm afraid no one will hear them. They capture the anguish of unspoken emotions I've never been able to say out loud, hoping for...
