The Puzzle Man
Am I the right one for the wrong person?
This is what I ask myself.
As I look in the mirror I can't seem to find myself.
Insecurities bare down.
I feel my chest caving in.
The heart that I used to have,
Hasn't been the same since back then.
Momma told me, it's somewhere under that ice.
Guess it's what I get for being too nice.
Trying to be mr right and I always fail.
Want to be loyal, but always find betrayal.
Wearing my heart on my sleeve.
Just to get it knocked out my hand.
But no one understands what that really does to a man.
Piece by piece, I am breaking down.
Sometimes I lay with the lights off.
Just to enjoy the moment of no sound.
Physically, I'm chipping away.
Emotionally, I'm drifting.
Soulfully, I'm broken in many ways.
Mentally, I'm tripping.
So what is a man to do to regain peace?
When the puzzle can't be put together without the last piece.
Where's the love?
Where's my heart?
Where does the pain end when you didn't even want it to start?
Do I shed tears?
Do I hold everything in?
Until it builds up so much, I explode from within?
These are questions I have no answer to.
Copyright © Knowledge Hill | Year Posted 2016
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