Metaphor; Journal #27

I think i want to compare myself to a puzzle. A puzzle has many different pieces and needs someone to put them together. For me, my friends and family are the people who put me together and made me who i am today. Also, puzzles have to be put together, but at some point they have to be broken down. Those people who break me down are my enemies. In addition, puzzles are very hard to figure out and very colorful once it's put together, sort of like me. I'm hard to figure out because one day i might be happy, but the next day i may be mad. When the puzzle is put together it's very colorful, so when people put my pieces together, they'll see me for who i truly am.