I have felt like i was a broken piece
Jagged and twisted,unable to fit in.
Ahh! how perfect was the puzzle
Beautiful , normal and serene.
I tried and tried and tried,
to break the fences around it.
I cried and cried and cried,
Anything to fit!
I broke the fences atlast,
the glass cutting me all over
Making me bleed and bleed
though i didn’t feel like i was freed!
And then i tried to fit
in my perfect, beautiful puzzle.
I tried to sneak in bit by bit.
I couldnt find any place though.
I tried to turn my fire to ice
Anything to belong somewhere
I was ruled by my heart
Thus the remains lay everywhere.
How heartbroken i was
To realize I didn’t belong
And i would never get my “normal”
For i considered myself abnormal.
Now i know, i wasn’t broken,
Neither was i forsaken.
I am not a piece but the picture itself.
I am complete by myself.
Note: Its just my metaphorical way of expressing the struggles i faced while “fitting in”. In the end i realized that it was all about finding the right people. With the right people, you wouldn’t feel the need to fit in because they would never make you feel like you didn’t belong. And please feel free to point out any grammatical mistakes. I am bad at editing and i want to improve myself. Thank you for reading.