Jigsaw pieces

by Pj   Oct 24, 2023


This skin I live in
Isn't really me
The mind I process
Isn't really mine
Nothing I am, have or own
Will ever represent me

My mind hurts
Bloods flowing through
Like tears of unrest
I just can't reach in
to wipe the sadness away

I stand and look in the mirror
The reflection Isn't the reflection of me
I'm even scared of myself
I try to look my best
But that isn't enough
I'v been fat and even super skinny
Nothing worked

The whole of me is in parts
scattered like jigsaw pieces
nothings fitting together
Just floating in this universe

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  • 11 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    Every now and then, we go through this episode and it just crushes us making it hard to get out...I understand this moment...take care.