Puzzle to pieces

Funny how everyone was right about me. They know who I am from my worst to my best. I admit I'm too honest. Don't want to fake any single detail of myself..

I was the only one who was faking.. Only now I have realized that what I really show to them is real.. Everything for me was so illusive..

Pieces of me from them makes me complete.. Pieces of me from them makes me wonder why I have to hide from all the misery that I'm having..

I am lost, I am desperate, I'm finding my own way, I'm finding my light, I am nothing.. I thought I was something but I was wrong..

All of me, is just a reflection of them. A reflection where I'm trying to build my own..

When will I be one? When will I be not into pieces? When will I?

An I who can stand. An I who knows more about me. An I who can puzzle my life. An I who is not illusive anymore..

I am I. The I who is..