Stop trying to fix me, I'm not broken.

I may be in pieces, but maybe I like being scattered.

I'm not flattered by your constant sympathy for my current state; watching me isn't loving me.

Loving me is loving every piece I have.

Do not feast upon my insecurities; cherish them.

Don't try to put me back together,

you'll make me into something I'm not,

something you don't want.

Do not be smitten with my potential

because it is essential for me to go against everything expected.

Since, even if I tried to meander with standards,

I still feel rejected.

As much as I applaud those who can conform and live "normal" lives,

I can not accommodate them.

Though it frustrates me relentlessly,

I can now admit,

I wouldn't want to be like the people

I bore myself over.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All resemblance to actual people, places, incidents, or things is completely coincidental.