One door closes
I see none open
A shot in the dark
Heard only by me

Who sees the pieces
As they break apart
Crashing to the ground
Shining like glass, crystal
Baring all there is to see

All of the pieces of me
Scattered on the floor
I don’t know who I am
No, not anymore

Truth glares as nothing can
When your self is laid out
For anyone to see
When it is hidden from you

This powerful truth
You’re hungry for it
Thirsty for it
Enough to do anything
Be anything
See anything
Just to know

Who am I
To reassemble those pieces
Pieces of me
Pieces of truth
All lay scarred
All lay twisted
None lay broken

Who am I?