So delicate,
so fragile,
my life hanging by a thread
dwindling, 
mocking me

i watch my life pass by
like a spectator looking through a glass
to afraid to jump through 
to afraid ill break before i land
or break when i land

too afraid that if i take control
ill loose it
ill fail everyone
too afraid if i show my true colors 
no one will like me
like they do now

but they dont really like me
they like who i show them
they like the person i pretend to be

pretend so no one can see
who i really am

i hide behind this mask
afraid to face this task
and ive hid so long
that im afraid if someone manages to take off the mask,
the shell,

that there will be nothing behind it