My Door

Has very deep meaning...it's a bit scattered, I know but it was a quick 10 min thing.

Like a childrens game
where you have to find the hole that matches each piece.
Every piece has a place.
Every person.
There is a time in life
when we go through that door
The door that was shaped for us
And we're expected to fit.
I fear that day.
I fear I won't fit and my door will close
I will have to find my voice
to reshape that door
I won't live the life
on the other side of that door.
I don't love who is waiting there for me.
I fear that while I reshape my door
others will close.
Doors that were once there
will be gone.
As I enter my new door
a new life will begin.
But the old one may be gone.
Old friends.
Old faces.
They don't approve.
I was meant to fit
but that's not who I am.