who are you?

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