My skin is feverish
I am delirious
I'm not sure where my fantasy world ends and the real one begins
I can't talk to anyone
They might find out at some point
That I'm not who I say I am
I'm not okay
Like they expect me to be.
I don't think I can live among them after the truth has been set free
After I'm exploited it won't be a relief.
It won't set me free
It will cage me in
It won't let me leave
Because once you're exposed, people will only see you.
There's no hiding anymore
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
My skin is feverish
I am delirious
I'm not sure where my fantasy world ends and the real one begins
I can't talk to anyone
They might find out at some point
That I'm not who I say I am
I'm not okay
Like they expect me to be.
I don't think I can live among them after the truth has been set free
After I'm exploited it won't be a relief.
It won't set me free
It will cage me in
It won't let me leave
Because once you're exposed, people will only see you.
There's no hiding anymore