A poem, or perhaps a song?

you are an impressive construction
edges everywhere the eye looks
standing tall as an oak tree
but fortified with steel

you are an addictive illusion
as i try to understand you
everything about you
becomes more unclear, fuzzy

you are the sharpest tool
yet sometimes when you cut
i sense your fear
your fear of failing, or disappointing

you are a rose, tempting with your glow
but when i try to hold you
and pull you closer to me
i end up bleeding a little

sometimes when you walk
or do small things, i see your fear
not hanging over you
but like a black, sharp light inside you

i don't know what you are afraid of
i can't understand what you've been through
but i know that it has given you fear of life
please don't fear me
i'm not life
i'm just me