Second Fiddle

I wasn’t second fiddle to anybody, yet I got played
With no one to fault, it was planned, a self infliction

I envy the unknown, the mystical being
Conspiring against the enemy, trying to find a purpose
Mending my ways towards a place I can find some peace of mind

I know not myself, don’t remember the girl of yesteryears
Have I reached a different phase or is it just a full circle?

I walk around trying to search for my soul
Is it something I left back somehow somewhere long ago?

And what is this fight for, a noble conquest or simply short sightedness?

Maybe this enemy is really just an ally
A mask I placed over my own fears
A blissfully unaware soul

So what am I fighting for and against?
I am the enemy
I am the conspirator
I am the Trojan horse