Uniquely Perfect (n = 1)

With confusion

and slight disdain

you label me

“an enigma”.

The word wrapped

in resentment.

I do not fit

nicely

into the box

you created.

Your mental catalogue

disrupted,

unorganized.

You see

a random collection.

Bits and bobs.

To me,

each piece

precious.

A unique purpose.

I won’t abandon

my beloved pieces

to appease you.