A Person That I Fear Is Me

I look into a well, and the face of my enemy smiles at me.
I'm small, weak, and fragile, I'm hardly ever really seen.
I look into the abyss, and I fear, it isn't me it can see.
I just blend in, I am too normal, too plain, to ever dream.

I am a wall to be walked around, stepped on like the ground.
I am paralyzed by fear, I feel my heart finally bleed tears.

I've been waiting for myself to spread it's wings.
But the caterpillar must stay alive 'till the end.
I've been longing for the voice in my head, but it never sings.
It's not like I can continue to pretend.

I'm not real, a broken heart that cannot heal.
A ghost in the shell, my soul was eaten by hell.

A person that I fear is me, is starting to work it's way in.
Into my life, into the story I've imagined for me.
It starts off friendly, now I'm covered in sin.
I fear that people have begun to see,

See a me, that I never wanted to be.