Puzzle Complexity

Puzzles;

Blocks that don’t quite fit

Maybe in none of the right places

Did you think of me?

Probably not

But I am

A complex puzzle, that is

Or that’s what I tell myself

I am that piece from a puzzle

that you want to fit

but it doesn’t

So you do whatever it takes

to make it go in the place that

you want it to

And if the pieces don’t slide together,

as you force them,

then you just cut the edges

until it goes like you made it to be

But that’s not right

It wasn’t designed to go there

You have shaped it into something it’s not

Maybe it didn’t want to fit there

Maybe it didn’t want to be changed

Maybe this isn’t about puzzles at all

Not really

This is about me, selfish as it may seem

I was just trying to help you understand 

That I am that puzzle piece 

The one that doesn’t fit

Anywhere 

Can’t you see what you have done?

Admire your handiwork at least, if you must

But I just wanted you to know

That you have broken me

You cut off my edges, or rather

had me do that to myself

You forced me to fit into 

your puzzle

when I didn’t want to be there

You tore my spirit away

and now I drown in my sorrow

I drink in the pain;

it comes in wave

after crippling

wave

And it’s not because I am simply

an ordinary puzzle piece

It is because I am the puzzle,

not making sense when

my pieces are apart,

but giving a sense of

overwhelming feeling when complete,

complex in and of myself

I just didn’t fit your standards

But oh, I soared above mine.