A puzzle piece trying to perfectly fit
yet they are imperfect,
So why fit in perfectly instead of comfortably.
Programmed to be perfect ever before being able to think,
A bunch of nobodies
Trying to be somebodies.
They strive to be different but they are all the same.
Wanting to fit perfectly in the world without being judged,
For who they are,
Instead of by what others want them to be.
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