My Pieces

What is my one wish One is so cruel But perhaps that's cause the person asking for that one wish possess that same level of cruelty But I'm not mean to other people No, instead I'm mean to myself My one wish would be to love myself the way I give love to other people I tend to give the love I've always wanted to receive Piece by piece giving parts of myself away to others until there's nothing left for me I'm now just fragments of the person I use to be Molding myself to create new ones Trying too hard to fit into the spots where I don't belong Trying to fit into the picture of who I want to be But not the person I am Just to feel a part of something that I use to be But no matter how hard I try They just never fit the way my lost pieces did All my good qualities being given to other people and only the bad ones left for myself Swallowing me up in the isolation of my silence I have become mean Mean because can't love myself enough to see that none of them deserve those pieces of me There are now so many missing pieces I'm a puzzle that can't be solved So come to me and ask What is my one wish No, I don't want things to make me rich Or my family to forever be in good health I wish that I can love myself I wish for the pieces of me back