Puzzle Piece

A mixed of chemicals

That don't go together, ready to explode

Sometimes I feel kind of special 

I'm going down a rocky road

I don't know who I am yet 

Where is my puzzle piece?

Do I want to be a vet?

Or travel the world in peace?

Everyone has opinions of me 

I am what people say 

I'm no longer free

I can't find my way 

Who am I?

Who is this person my soul has gone into?

Will it ever leave my side?

Guess I'm just kind of blue.

This is me

Trying to get free

We all don't know who we are...

Do you agree?