Puzzle Piece
I am but a puzzle piece
made up of many others.
Each one completely different than the next.
I contain thousands of broken and jagged puzzle pieces
formed together to create something unique
and more odd than anything else ever seen by anyone.
I am me,
I'm not much but I am me.
I may not be small, or large in anyway.
I am what a person calls lovely;
a lovely broken human with many secrets
and many more stories hidden
underneath layers and layers of skin.
I am me and I will forever continue to be me,
that incredible arrangement
of broken and jagged puzzle pieces
formed and molded together
to create a lovely and dark master piece.
- c.s
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