I’m a piece of a different puzzle
from the one I’ve been packaged with,
my appendages do not fit
the grasping hands of my neighbors,
I’m a stranger.
The image on my one side
is different from that of the other:
I only fit in when I lie.
Jesse Ellsbury
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/piece-of-a-different-puzzle/
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