Who am I?

I know what you see when you turn to me.

But the truth is your blind, it's not me who you see.

Through your eyes,

you see my disguise.

My true appearance?

It's hidden by lies.

You tell me you see someone so amazing.

In the mirror I see a heart that's blazing.

You see a few scars,

from a colission of cars.

I see the scars that caused the real me to die.

The ones created by that one special guy.

Take a look at me again, tell me what you see.

Is it me?

Or who you wish I could be...