Stranger in My Skin

I’m a stranger in my skin,
holding tight, but breaking thin.
Every word they praise feels hollow,
like I’m someone I can’t follow.

Will they see me for who I’m not?
Fragile masks are all I’ve got.
If I fall apart, will they still care?
When I show them the cracks, will they still be there?

I’m trapped in this contest where I’m not enough,
faking strong when I’m giving up.

I’m a stranger in my skin,
holding tight, but breaking thin.
Every word they praise feels hollow,
like I’m someone I can’t follow.
Will they see me for who I’m not?
Fragile masks are all I’ve got.

I’m a shadow on display, a name without a face,
still wondering if I have a place.
I sit on a throne that doesn’t belong,
in a kingdom where I don’t feel strong.

They call me worthy, but I can’t believe,
all the things I’ve built feel like they deceive.
The world’s looking at me, but all I see
is someone who’s living a lie underneath.

I smile on cue, hide the fear that grows,
beneath the surface, no one knows.
A fraud in disguise, every word I say
is just a line to make it through the day.