pieces

im a puzzle piece undiscovered
painted over with familiar colors
underneath that glossy surface
underneath it all
theirs a wooden cardboard surface
i call it me

im just your normal average girl
with a twist within it all
im a puzzle piece with edges..
that don't fit in the spaces
that are left for me to fall

im not going to be someones princess
i can take care of myself
i wont listen to the haters
i wont be treated any less

im that scattered piece within them all

Author's Note

http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=pieces&order=9&offset=96#/d2uf69f <--- photo credit

Reviews

[Dani]

that don't fit in the spaces
that are left for me to fall

That's the strongest part of the poem.

Sometimes I think we're all just puzzle pieces, polished up to look nice for the sake of finding another that is willing to let us fit in. Sometimes all we really want is to complete a masterpiece and be something bigger than ourselves. Sometimes we don't want anything to do with the image other pieces are creating. I suppose it depends on which thousand-word picture collaborates best with what's in our hearts, rather than the surface.

Sorry. If my rambling ever gets annoying, just say so, please.

[Dreamer<3]

Imagination101 took the words right out of my mouth! Or fingers, you know(:

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

This is brillant! describing life like a puzzle piece makes this poem so creative! we all can relate to this, at least I can!

[Olive Belikov]

It says a lot and it flows nicely. Great job.