I hope I'm wrong

I'm scared to take myself to pieces
And try to understand what goes inside
I have so many side I've lost shape
And I don't even notice or feel the wall that I've run into

Silence is the plague, spreading suggestion
Simply is it true that you can't open your mouth

Have I seen before?
It must be deja vu
Or is this a vision off the end?

It feels like a recent regret
But I really hope I'm wrong
I can't take my eyes off it
But I hope I'm wrong
Take it slow, reach out any hand