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I'm not sugar-coated; nor am I perfect; I am a shadow. 

I am somewhat of an enigma; the last piece of a puzzle; too small to be anything else. 

And might I add something irrelevant about this puzzle? 

This puzzle has over 200 pieces to it. 

Another hypothetical fact; this puzzle is falling apart. 

 

 

 

So I delve into my past; childhood. 

One thing that never changed was that I believed in Peter Pan more than anyone else would like to admit. 

Peter Pan; he was my real Savior. 

 

 

 

So was Elmo; teaching me what to do and what not to do. 

Teaching me about simple facts and figures. 

Teaching me about friendship. 

 

 

There is a recurring theme in most of my recent poems 

But I do not like to remind myself of them 

So I close my ears 

 

 

I do not hear anything 

I do not shed tears of any emotion 

I am numb 

 

 

Completely. Numb.