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.