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.
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