What Do You See?

What do you see
When you're looking at me?
When you look into my soul
Do you see me as a whole?
Or only just the pieces
Of what I used to be.
Pieces of a puzzle
Falling apart so easily.
What do you see
When you're looking at me?

Am I something special
Or am I just the same
As everyone, as anyone.
Am I the one to blame
For conforming, and thus forming
The structure of my being.
When you look at me
Is this what you are seeing?

(to be finished)