I have been shattered into a thousand pieces
And those who love puzzles have tried to piece me back together,
Each confident they made me whole,
Manipulating some of the pieces that wouldn’t fit and wedging them in to fill in the gaps,
Not realizing that each time I was taken apart,
That I couldn’t be the same.
And some pieces no longer belonged.
And it pained me to have someone mold me to their idea of completion.
When all I needed was to be received with holes, broken, and left over pieces.