Let The Pieces Fall Into Place....

A while back my mom said "Let the pieces fall into place, girl." and i asked what does that mean and she told me to figure it out by myself. So the following day i wrote this poem.

People always tell me 'Let the pieces fall
into place.' But that would lead me on a
chase putting them into places i think they
should be. But if i do that, it won't let me
find me.

Up, up, up in the air sometimes i
wonder am i getting anywhere, I
feel kinda behind or are they
moving to fast. Slowly wondering
how long this will last.

Always trying to go the right way,
or have i been going the opposite
way all along. I sit up at night and
think ' Am I doing something wrong?'

Wondering sometimes 'Am i in the right
place? Am I in a situation that will just
end up blowing up in my face?'
I suddenly realize all i have, and
that's no reason to be sad. Sometimes
you have to be sad to see the reasons
you have to be glad.

I can do what i wanna do, no one can tell
me what to do. I don't feel like being behind,
gonna do exactly what's on my mind. All my feelings
have suddenly been erased, I finally get it
when people say 'Let the pieces fall into place.'

Author's Note

Critiques Welcome.