She's talking to the fans. Mini oneshot
He’s scared of you. He hates putting on a show to please you, but now you’re used to him. To him kissing Gerard, to him trashing Bob’s drums, to him rolling about like a manic. He knows you’d boo him off the stage if he didn’t play to your belief of what he his.
He’s not gay. He’s not bi. He’s not like a five year old in an adult’s body. He’s My Frankie. My sweet, serious, scared little Frankie.