It is hard to put into words what the problem is.  It is harder to fill in a blank space that you do not acknowledge exists.  It seems like every single piece of the puzzle is there but there is something missing. But is it that something is missing or is it that you, yourself are missing.  Are you out of place?  Have you taken a wrong turn? Wandered down the wrong path?  Are you lost?  What is missing isn't a magic piece that completes you or makes you whole.  What is missing is a place to belong. A space, a niche, a nook, an orifice that nothing else can fit into but you.