FIT

I am a puzzle piece. Nothing more and nothing less. So many places to fit , so many. So many awful choices, so many good ones. But there is only one choice. Only one. One cut out in my shape and size. One for me And me only. But I don't want it. I try. I cut my jagged pieces. I cut them oh so well. But yet I cannot fit into the place. I cannot do it. I am too large and bulky. Or I am too small and frail. And yet my cutout stays. Waiting for me , beckoning. But I can't go there. I want to be something else. For just a day. So I cut away. Piece by piece. And yet I still cannot fit. A chunk is still too large. Or too small. So after trying and trying , I go back. And to my surprise. My cutout doesn't fit me anymore. And I do not fit anywhere.