Answer:
I am very afraid of doing scary activities.
The more of me there is the less you see.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.
Of the king I am blue and of the peasant I am red. Of the frog I am cold and of the dog I am hot instead.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?