Puzzle of my life

Me i speak freely
with shyness, yet thought

I try to do my best
but thats never enough
never good enough

People call me names
laugh at me, and stare
but i just walk by and start to cry

But i cry with loss of everything
my tear duct letting everything seep out

this is why I'm never good enough
because its all left me
every single last piece
to the puzzle of my life