Living My Life

My puzzle of life is missing a piece, It has nothing to do with being deceased, I do know that there's a big hole, Running through my skinny soul, Trying to take advantage of my state, Making me really start to hate, What can I do but try and live on, Everytime I answer I get it wrong, Boredom is something that happens to me daily, I just want a chance for people to view me fairly, Coming to terms that I'm the black sheep, Who always seems to make his parents weep, It's hard for people to understand who I am, Because I'm never in there plan, But all I've got to do is smile, Because I know there's going to be denial.