I am clothed I am also exposed I am alone Yet we sit so close I feel your pulse We are exposed Do you see me? No, the actual me Not the image in your head that you call me Don't try and define me You do not know me I felt YOUR pulse beat So now you are exposed How does it feel even though you are clothed? Does it make you feel alone? Does your head want to explode? Where do we go? We don't belong here. We are exposed We quiver with fear. They don't care They point and sneer. Where do we go? Because we don't belong here. To the land of exposed? No one knows if it even exists. So we sit here exposed although we are clothed.