What is This Thing

Can you feel it on the inside?
Can you feel it looking out?
When perceptions just won't blend
Do they feed your rising doubt?

What's this thing you call me

It's scratching just beneath the surface
It's that rhing that makes up everyone
Every snowflake is unique until it melts
And there's no stopping the sun.

You're just like everybody else!
You're just like everybody else!
You're just like everybody else!
You're just like everybody else!
With our deluded sense of self!
We're just like erverybody else!
With our deluded sense of self!
We're just like erverybody else!

What this thing I call me