The unknown

What's the unknown? I don't know and i'm quite afraid of it.
For me, the unknown is the look of strangers upon me.
I don't know what to do
My face reddens, and I try to hide
But they realize what I do 
I try so hard to fight 
I rise then I fall
I whisper then I call 
I scream then I die
it hurts me so much
I'm something you can't touch
Well, yeah well
I dreamt I fell down
Until came the dawn