Bits and pieces
Falling in their places
Like a puzzle game
It starts to form a picture
The blacks and whites and stripes
What can this problem turn into
It still look so messy
My life, I can compare it to
I turn it to the left
I turn it to the right
I turn it upside down
I turn it all around
Nothing happens so I grew mad
A crashing sound it made on the floor
Bits and pieces
Again, broken into smithereens
As I look at the mess below
I realize one bad thing I always do
Oh god I did it again
How can I be so stupid
I should learn how to look at things
Differently from what it really it is
Or I would be like the mess on the floor
But after many times of trials
I can never seem to remove this behavior
My pessimism can ruin my life
Like the bits and pieces that falls apart
© C.J. Avila
