My life is like a jig saw puzzle shaped by the lies i've told. There are spaces for everything, the laughter that i fake when a joke isn't funny, the smiles to worried neighbours and the casual "Everything's fine" . Space for the times that i'm not on time,the truth would taste bitter. Only now that i search around for a place where i belong, i can not find one. Not a single space for an ounce of truth. Walking into doors and falling down has changed the puzzle, now the pieces don't fit.