Stories of a boy.

I feel like an odd out puzzle piece. No matter how much I want to or how hard I try, I just simply wont fit. I'm not made for this world, this puzzle. You all try to cut the edges, rewrite who I am, to make me fit. 

Thanks I guess? But I rater stay the same than beeing someones creation just to make people like me and accept me into this corrupted society. A society where one with flaws are repelled. 

In the shadows I think I'll remain, where I cannot be seen, where I belong.