Puzzle piece
I am more than misunderstood
I am misconceived or maybe
mis-conceived, inherently
flawed, unfit and
unfitting.
I am the puzzle piece
that’s slightly crooked.
I am frustrating and frustrated
I am unfitting, out of shape
yet I am, in essence, a part
of the puzzle, the picture.
And sometimes someone
will take me and force me
in my place, where I belong
or so they think.
I am misconceived or maybe
mis-conceived, inherently
flawed, unfit and
unfitting.
I am the puzzle piece
that’s slightly crooked.
I am frustrating and frustrated
I am unfitting, out of shape
yet I am, in essence, a part
of the puzzle, the picture.
And sometimes someone
will take me and force me
in my place, where I belong
or so they think.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| september: | Zondag, augustus 09, 2020 15:47 |
| Mooi geschreven. Prachtig. | |
| Engeltjuh: | Woensdag, februari 06, 2013 22:33 |
| herkenbaar gevoel. mooi geschreven, graag gelezen. liefs |
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| middernachtzonnesteek: | Woensdag, januari 23, 2013 23:25 |
| mooi gedicht thx |
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| Auteur: Zo Gezegd | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 januari 2013 | ||
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