I’ve never fit in,
always been made for something else.
They were all a big put together puzzle,
and I was a piece in the wrong box.
I wasn’t part of their puzzle.
And I never will be,
I’ve flip flopped around,
puzzle box to puzzle box,
but although I nearly fit in some,
I was never quite the right fit.
I was made of originality and maybe someday I’ll find the puzzle for which I am the missing piece for.