The Jigsaw Puzzle Poem by jacqueline wilkins

Here it goes again these voices in my head.
These voices turned my world all upside down.
My world seems to be like a jigsaw puzzle.
And in this mind boggling game you.
You always seem to be missing a couple pieces.
You might seem to see the picture.
But it not always clear till you find.
Those last few pieces to the puzzle.
My life is a jigsaw puzzle that is missing.
Too many pieces to even see what the puzzle may be.
Now the voices are back in my head.
It making things worse.
You’re in and out of my life.
Now do I even want to finish our jigsaw puzzle?
Do I even want to see our final picture?