Puzzled mess

I use to be perfect but it wasnt worth it.

I’m trying to figure out whet works bests for me .

But all I can remember is God made me imperfectly.

Everyday I contemplate my life.

Trying to pick up the pieces that just don’t fit right.

I crave success and I walk with confidence.

But why can’t my life have a little compliance?

I’m intelligent as can be and beautifully made.

Why can’t I find happiness beyond this blade 🩸.

Tears feel like acid in my eyes.

When will my self worth revise

I try to put my stubbornness aside .

But who will guide me so I can abide.

Every night I dream of the positivities.

But here I am full of hopes and unfinished responsibilities.

should ask I for help?

Tried that before ,did it work for me welp🤔🤷🏾‍♀️

I stumbled across so many hardships to be so young.

I’m just not like my peers among .

I have the brains,creativity,personality,talent ,spirit and smile that could change this corrupted world.

But how can I do that if I’m still visioned as a little girl .

I have to put my words in poetry to speak out my thoughts and how I feel.

But I don’t get why I can’t answer this puzzle still.

Maybe I need the right pieces to fit in the space .

Or quit trying to rush ,

keep it at a steady place?

All I know I’m ready for success.

I’m tired of this life I call a puzzled mess.