puzzle pieces

Dear Diary,
I feel like I have been misunderstood for far too long
I'm wandering down this windy path wondering
How and where, if I went wrong?
I feel like I'll never really be understood.
This feeling no, no, it can't be good.

I don't think it's something I can help
I think it's something with my chemical make-up
It's the way I think
It's the way I process the outside world.

I value too much. I care too much.
I put symbolic meaning to the effortless gestures.
I try to make metaphors for outside movements.
If I stop looking, maybe you'll just appear and be here.

Maybe if I stop caring so much,
Maybe if I don't think twice,
Then my puzzle will lose its pieces.
One by one until they're all gone.
Gone.

I feel like I have been misunderstood for far too long
I'm wandering down this windy path wondering
How and where, if I went wrong?
I feel like I'll never really be understood.
This feeling no, no, it can't be good.
Gone.