You and Me

I glow inside this cage,
yet I am still not safe.
For I am not like a diamond scattered between heaps of stones.
It has not come down to the fear of others.
It has come down to the fear of myself.

I often wondered what it would be like to be you.
I thought of such as being frightful.
My mind sketched pictures of agony, terror, and a lack of control.
It took me years to realize that I was going through the same thing.
I was you, and you were me.
However, it took me years to find out that I was you.
Did you ever find out that you were me?