Fraud

Lack of confidence That's where I live But I play it off Like I don't give (a flying sh...) But when I lay in bed I can't fall asleep Cause I'm paranoid If they see (my true identity) I can talk the talk I can walk the walk I can hold it down I can be the rock (my sh... on lock) But underneath the hood it's not all good I tell myself they won't find out But if they ever should (hope they don't…knock on wood)? What if the facade collapses one day and they see? All the spit and gum that binds my insecurities? What if I'm called out for all this cheap chicanery? What if I'm exposed for all my illegitimacies? Why should I admit that I'm a fraud? Wouldn't everybody find it odd? Could I continue as the leader of my squad? Or should I let this ruse go on and on? Why should I admit that I'm a fake? Even though at night I lay awake? Dealing with a stigma I can't shake Don't know how much more that I can take As it ratchets up, that's when I start to feel the guilt Every time it happens, need to tell myself to chill Always feels uncomfortable, that's not the way I'm built And I worry what will happen if the beans eventually spill Every time I time I see a social media influencer I emulate their style into my own, only intenser I play the role I feel will surge my popularity But lose track of characteristics that are personal to me Then I find it shocking when I realize that it's working Now I'm going viral as my fans all go berserk with 14 million views and yet the trolls aren't even lurking Sliding in my DMs girls with videos of them twerking Now I've leveled up and I'm a mover and a shaker As my following explodes, I'm getting exponentially faker Why would I derail this train of never-ending greatness? Even if this empire's built on cornerstones of fakeness? Why should I admit that I'm a fraud? When everybody treats me like a god? Should I interrupt while they applaud? Or maybe smile, nod, and play along Why should I confess to what I'm doing? Wouldn't that just put my life in ruin? So far everyone can't seem to clue-in I'll just keep my mouth shut, they can keep assuming Are the trending names pontificating "fake" and "phony"? Tough on the exterior, but inside sad and lonely? If they were a sandwich, would be made of pure bologna? If they starred on Broadway, would they always win a Tony? Does every big celebrity suffer the same plight? And is fame the game to blame when it happens overnight? Do they sell their souls to Hollywood? Is this their destined fate? When they start with good intentions, but they morph until they're fake? How can I admit that I'm a fraud? Wouldn't everybody find it odd? Could I continue as the leader of my squad? I guess I should just nod and play along Why should I admit that I'm a fake? Even though at night I lay awake? Dealing with a stigma I can't shake Don't know how much more that I can take How can I admit that I'm a fraud? When everybody treats me like a god? Should I interrupt while they applaud? Or should I let this ruse go on and on? Why should I confess to what I'm doing? Wouldn't that just put my life in ruin? So far everyone can't seem to clue-in I'll just keep my mouth shut, they can keep assuming