Pieces

I am pieces to a puzzle that hasn't been put together.

One emotion stretched from another.

I tend to only rely on the wall I pieced together.

I'm not what I show becuase its difficult for my emotions to grow.

I am not yet happy, but from the pieces you see you find a grin.

If only you knew those pieces will never fit in.

Trace me and the outline you wouldfindcouldn't represent me.

I'm not a pen to a paper, nor a boy without a compass.

I'm guided by one direction.

Constantly I change my path to choose a different direction.

Failed to walk behind, so I stride to be the lead.

Every right step I inhale and every left step I release.

Judged by my outline, but never opened to read.

Kind of like a puzzle that never had someone to piece.