It was too late for me to realized that I was a lost piece of puzzle trying to fit in.
I saw you missing a piece and I didn't even bother checking if mine was a perfect match, all I know is that I have to fill that gap just so I can make you whole again. Just so I can make you feel complete.
What I didn't realize is that you were so busy reshaping me, molding me, just so you can trace me to somebody else's puzzle. I was bent, cut, altered and stippled. Just so I can be her. Just so I can fit in the gap she left behind. Just so you can diverge me into her image.
I was wrong in hoping that your picture will transfigure so you can accommodate my jigsaw piece. I was a fool in believing that I will finally land a spot and would be able to build a masterpiece.
You have altered me so badly that even the old image I have built can no longer recognize this piece. And so I am now a lost fragment, forever astray with the hope that one day, I would be able to restore my original version and would not be lost again.
Grabbed from an old post HERE.
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