Not a perfect puzzle piece.

I’m not a perfect puzzle piece
slightly bent and it’ll never fit back in
the last piece and it can’t be finished
because I never belonged.

A distorted image
layered on in the factory
slipping out unnoticed
a defect
and I accept that
because I don’t want to finish
the picture on the box.

My mind it’s not patient
and it often rejects
social norms and traditions
although it accepts the ones
it finds acceptable.

My mind often doesn’t agree
with the reasons given
and the logistics behind mathematics
it’s like 1+1=2
great until you add an x
and begin to state statistics
in which my head
does a full exorcist
like no
the world isn’t perfect enough
to fit your statistics
and complex strategies
no I’m not interested.

My puzzle piece
picked up last
and the puzzle activist
shoving it
hitting it
pushing it in to fit
and it wont
it’ll jump right out
and the image will never complete
because that’s just me.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina