talking to myself
the puzzle of life is the way i think it is. you spend your whole life trying to put it all together. all your works is just another piece. whoop you passed 11th grade theres another piece. hmm its starting to look like you isn't it. lets see where your at...wait hold up your missing a piece from your chest and your down to your waist all ready. ohh never mind thats just the heart. they tell me that piece always gets broken; you prolly don't need it. yeah i dont think i have one either now that i think of it. doesnt matter look at your eyes. damn with those you can see right through people can't you. yeah i guess that could be lame if that person you do it to can't do it back. well you still have the smile right thats something. wait a sec. its upside down. why id the smile piece in the wrong way? offf i get it trying to hide how you really feel; good thinking. never show weakness thats my motto too. so what are you going to do now? give up the act and show everyone whatyou really are? what do i think, i dunno sounds a lil risky if you ask me. better just let them keep thinking what they want of you. its seemed to work up until now right. why fix it if its not broken. might as well, wait what, what do you mean you never told her how you felt about her?!?! well then keep going with the act. she'll for sure never notice you if you stop mid-way. so turn around again this puzzles not done yet!