a piece of the wrong puzzle

Do you ever feel like you're just a piece of some puzzle? Like every member of society are each pieces of the puzzle, and together they form some picture? Only you don't fit. You are a piece of some other puzzle, accidentally placed in the wrong box. And the puzzle is complete.. the last piece in place.. and you are left over. You do not fit anywhere in this puzzle of society. And so you are thrown away, tossed aside, to hide the evidence that the puzzle is not complete. Because a puzzle is only complete when a spot is found for every piece. But you have no spot. And so you sit under some couch, not belonging to this puzzle. And you sit there and from your hiding spot you watch everyone admire this puzzle. The complete puzzle. The one that you don't fit into. You sit and wonder why you are different. Why can't you belong? Why aren't you the last piece of the puzzle? You wish in your deepest heart that there was a hole in the puzzle that you could fill. But every spot is taken. Every piece is accounted for. Except for you. And so you sit there, forgotten, unmissed, alone. And maybe someday someone will come along and find you. Maybe someone will rearrange the furniture and uncover you in your secret hiding place. Will hold you up triumphantly and proudly announce to the world that they have found the missing piece to the puzzle. Another puzzle. A better puzzle. A puzzle that has been missing one piece. And you are that piece. You are the last piece of the puzzle.. the one that completes the puzzle. Holds everything together. Maybe. Maybe someday someone will find you. And they will be pleased. They will be happy. Or maybe someday someone will find you only to throw you aside again, and replace the couch, leaving you in your solitude until someone else comes along and rearranges the furniture.
Have you ever felt like that?