Count it wrong, feel it slip— I don’t walk, I counterfeit steps Every mirror feels like theft… Like I’m wearing someone else’s breath I rehearse what I’ll say when I breathe too loud Like the room might turn and call me out Every nod feels staged, every laugh delayed Like I studied human just to imitate Hands don’t sit where they should belong Voice comes out like a dubbed-over song I trace my lines but they don’t feel mine— Just a ghost in rehearsal, missing the time And the ceiling leans in closer— Every thought’s a silent exposé If they look too long, I’m over— I dissolve in the display I’m wearing borrowed skin again Stitched together just to blend If they pull the thread I’m in— There’s nothing underneath to defend Say my name like it’s real Like I’m something I can feel But the louder that they cheer— The more I know I shouldn’t be here Heartbeat trips on a broken grid Every step like a glitch I hid I map out exits in every room Like I’m seconds away from being removed They say “you earned it”—I translate “luck” They say “you’re good”—I hear “you’re stuck” In a role you’ll lose when the lights cut out— And the truth walks in, and you’re found out Don’t look too close… Don’t ask too much… Don’t let them see— What I can’t touch… Yeah— I been walking through rooms like a fraud in a crown Every compliment echoing hollow and loud They say “you the one”—I just nod and I smile But I’m checking the exits the whole damn while Got a script in my head, I rehearse every breath If I trip on a word, that’s a social death Every win feel rigged, every praise misplaced Like I hacked my way into a sacred space I don’t trust what I built, I don’t trust what I’m told Every version of me just a role that I stole And the higher I climb, man, the thinner it gets— Like the air don’t belong to imposters like this Yeah— I’m a glitch in the frame, I’m a name in disguise I’m the flicker you catch out the side of your eyes And if truth hits the light and it strips me down clean— You’ll see I was never what I said I’d been Pull the thread— Pull it— WATCH IT UNRAVEL I don’t fit— I don’t— I DON’T BELONG HERE I’m wearing borrowed skin again But it’s tearing at the seams Every version I pretend— Is collapsing in between Say my name like it’s real Like I’m something I can be— But the louder that they cheer… The more it’s killing me If I stop performing… Do I disappear?
