Puzzled

The title of this one is Puzzled.

You can't change me/
You can break me into pieces but you cant rearrange me/
Into something I'm not/
Because the pieces of this human puzzle/
Fit the way I choose/
And the edges are ever-changing/
Just like me/
And sometimes you lose a piece/
But I bet that I'll look better without it anyway/
Or maybe I'll make a new one/
Full of new perspective/
And so maybe all the edges dont fit perfectly/
But I'm not trying to jam them together/
There are gaps, like open doors/
So when oppurtunity knocks/
Throw open that door/
Throw open those gaps
And let light fly in/
Acknowledge the illuminated spaces/
That you once tried to hide/
Because those spaces, those craters/
They make up who we are/
Because if we were all whole/
We’d all be the same