soon

They're going to figure it out.  They'll see me for the fraud that I am.

It isn't my fault.  I don't know what else to be, but to pretend to be what I (currently?) am.

They'll figure it out, and then it will all be over.  They are only fragments of a world I made up in my head, and this will be the key to accepting that they aren't real.

Then I'll be alone.