Practicing smiles in the mirror
Memorising a charade of perfect humour
To hide the truth of your despair
That in reality you’d rather be anywhere than there
And all you really want to do
Is cry alone on the floor of the loo
Contemplating in life itself
And wondering how you’ll ever reach that shelf
Upon which you’ve placed all your hopes and dreams
That realistically could never be
Because all you’ll ever really be
Is a failure to those who see you as perfect
When you break down and realise you can’t quite work it
Because social situations make you anxious
And often you can’t even say a word
Because self-doubt takes it upon himself
To strangle the phrases from your mouth
So maybe you shouldn’t even really try
Because you know this is only going to end in a cry.
So, remember to practice that smile in the mirror
And memorise that perfect humour
So that if no one looks at you too deep
They might not think that you’re that weak
And maybe if you rehearse the conversations
It won’t seem like you talk to yourself about your anxious reservations.
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