My lips are moving but my brain is not I've got my smile handy, I'll never be caught I'm nervous but it'll never show on my face I'll pretend I fit, I belong in this place.
My hands aren't clammy, I don't have a stutter My voice is steady though my legs are rubber I'm sitting down, no one gets to see I'm nervous, I'm unsure, but I can fake happy.
I'm an actor, a professional, I'm perfect at what I do I'm smiling, I'm laughing, but, god, how I hate you. I fly through moods as though it's my sole purpose I go by an alias so no one knows I wrote this.
I'm nervous, I'm nervous, I'm ******* terrified But far be it from me to be typically traumatized I'm a 'survivor', I'm doing just fine, I'm not panicking I'll never display the bad moments publicly.