seeking peace

everyone has felt out of place no uniqueness in being the black sheep but still I see others who found their tribe who fit together who make it work I'm always too much or not enough a missing puzzle piece looking for a home mashing my delicate edges to mismashed angles hiding my bright colors to blend with those that surround me in the end they always find a flaw a curve sticking out a line out of place forced to find a more suitable environment i drag my fraying layers to next empty spot hoping this time they won't notice I'll never perfectly fit