An Odd Puzzle Piece

 I walk around 

Wondering where I fit in 

I look like them

But I’m not like them 

Im new

Fresh 

Awkward 

Naive 

Where do I fit it? 

To my right, two girls talking

In front of me, a family 

Then there is me 

I try. 

I look my best

I put on a smile

I hold In the tears

Hoping for purpose

Wishing to see where I fit in 

Im like the odd puzzle piece 

I don’t seem to fit in, 

I am too much trouble so 

I am saved for the end of the puzzle. 

I sit here, acting normal 

While the inside wants to scream 

“Some one befriend me. Someone notice me” 

But I will be the patient puzzle piece. 

I will not bother. I will wait to see where this odd piece fits in this picture of life. 

I wrote this poem today actually. I just recently moved to Sweden with my boyfriend. I only know him here, so while he works, I spend a lot of time alone. This is the first time I have been in new country and immediately felt lonely. I don’t miss home, I don’t have culture shock, it’s just starting over with no friends is hard.