A Missing Piece

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Why is it so difficult
To keep my head held high?
Why is it so hard
To fit in with friends?

I’m like a jigsaw puzzle piece
My piece is different
My corners are too sharp
My sides are too broad
I don’t fit within the puzzle
Of my clique of friends
Their puzzle is a portrait
Of a laughing bunch of kids

But. . . .

One lonely spot is empty
Where the moon resides
The spot where it glows brightly
Above their laughing grins
Isn’t that my place?
Isn’t that where I fit?

No. . . . .

I’m tossed aside
I’m lying in a dusty corner
Alone and discarded,
A rejected piece
I watch as the little girl
Finds the missing piece
And places it snuggly
Into its own little spot

And. . . . .

I wonder. . . .

Is there another puzzle
Where I fit?





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so_joy said...
Sept. 27, 2012 at 8:44 pm
Great job! I enjoyed this. Please read, rate, and comment on my poems! Thanks!
 
SomeBlossom said...
Jan. 18, 2012 at 8:24 pm
i remember this poem... >o< good...very good...
 
ShoelaceGirl said...
Jan. 18, 2012 at 8:07 pm
This was kind of sad, but now I understand things, so I'm not depressed about friends anymore. Enjoy the poem though! Yay!
 
PianoRain said...
Jan. 15, 2012 at 2:04 pm
This is so realistic, and an amazing job of portraying that. Great job!
 
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