When You Look at Me

What do you see, when you look at me?
Do you see a boy, a girl?
Or maybe a buzzing bee.
Someone who explores the world?
Or who'll turn and flee.

When I see me, I see more.
I see every scar,
And everywhere I've been torn.
Sometimes I'm amazed that I've gotten this far.

Every scratch is a memory
Every scar has a tale to tell.
Of my glory,
And of my hell.

Yet there are good things too
Like the creases by my eyes.
That give me a great view,
Of all of our lives.

That just scratches the surface,
Of who I truly am.
If you want this to have a purpose,
Then come walk with me hand in hand.

I don't expect you to die for me,
I just want you to try.
Maybe if you truly see,
You'll be pleasantly surprised.

And maybe in return,
You'll show yourself to me.
Then we could live together,
In beautiful harmony.