Jigsaw

If life were one big jigsaw, I'll be dumped coz I'm none of the right pieces. I'm an introvert. I'm not strange, just misunderstood. In a world of noisy crowd lovers. I'm labeled strange coz I do not fit and never will. This one trait left me wounded coz I refused to change. It wounded others coz I'm required to. I never felt that change is necessary for me to fit the world coz I know try as I might, I never will. All that it achieves is other's bit of happiness and my own misery. I cannot go against my very inner calling. I'll fail one day and enjoy more disappointment. Please understand me. I'm tired of making excuses so as to be myself. Stop molding me into someone else. Anyone else. Everyone else.