Shattered

The pieces are starting to fall back into place. I feel like a puzzle you never know where the next piece is going to go. Or where it might fit and then when I find it I feel so happy. Over and over again I find myslef trying to find my place in this world we call earth. Arent you supposed to just be able to yourself? Without people judging you without having to fall apart every night then trying to reconstruct yourself the next morning. Its gets very tiring after a while. I am still trying to find my pieces that are scattered all around the floor when I first broke into a thousand sharp shards that never stop poking and proding each one digging into my ever so perfect skin. Making me feel the awful sharp pain that comes with every step I take. Every move I make is another chance that I have to be willing to take.