I feel completely un understandable,
I am like a rugged edged jigsaw with more that a few pieces thrown out,
Fragments shards and splinters,
I wonder was I born a whole block before my edges were chiseled away by others,
Or if my chips are of my own twisted doing,
But it is this feeling that makes me completely transparent,
lifeless and as dull as the next person
I wasn't born to be special and tortured,
But pained by how mundane I will always be.
