A blank sheet of paper

I have a question for you friend So tell me please Do we shape life or life shapes us? Do we make a choice? Or choice is made for us already? Could it be that existence is a puzzle Made up of bits and pieces Of other people's influence I wonder what In fact What makes me me? What makes me think a certain way? What makes me like the things I like? And hate the things I see? Is it people that I've met That shaped my consciousness? Who become a part Who play a role, in History of our lifes One face or another, overtime Does its job On your heart and mind You're born into this world As a blank sheet of paper Unwritten, untouched Your story is, yet I begin to be afraid That we're all made up Like dolls Who's mind is played with By anyone who enters Our little world With statements and decisions Made by other people Who like the things they like Who hate the things the see Because of someone else Who shaped their heart and mind