[what] do you see?

what do you know
what do you see
you don't even look
at all the pieces of me
there is so much more
that you'll need to see
there's this thing
that lives under my skin
that eats at me
forever reminding me I'm damaged
that I can't be loved forever
once you see all of me
blinders off
you'll see the ugly in me
maybe

there's more to me
than just the title
to my autobiography