Answer:
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
What is that you will break everytime you name it?
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.