I am but a puzzle although my pieces do not fit as they should. I am but a puzzle, not yet understood.

My edges are frayed, parts of me bent out of shape.Years of pushing my self to stay where I’m placed.

I am but a puzzle, nothing simple, a challenge or A riddle that leaves you perplexed.

A complex mix of many things, leaving you scratching your head.

I am but a puzzle.

That’s still not been solved

Left to twist myself more and more until I fit in the mould.

Pieces of a puzzle which are missing from the box, incompletely unsolvable a mystery to most.

I am but a puzzle…