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