"First day. Here we go"
Graduation was a door with no manual inside
Stood there in a cap and gown with nowhere left to hide
Learned to smile when I wanted to run
Shake hands like I knew what I'd become
Wearing this mask for the very first time
Pretending the collar doesn't feel like a crime
Mirror says"professional" but I see a kid
Playing dress-up in a life I never did
Standing in between who I was and who they need
Trying to match their tempo, trying to read
Social costume stitched too tight around my chest
Faking confidence, hoping for the best
This is the gap they never warned me about
Where"ready" is a word I learned to doubt
Small talk in the hallway"How's it going so far"
I say"Great!" but my throat feels like a scar
Nodding at advice I barely understand
Holding pens like weapons in my shaking hand
Is this what they meant by"growing up"
Learning to fill an empty cup
I'm caught between the script and what feels real
Searching for a version I can feel
Standing at the edge of who I was before
Learning that there's no rehearsal, just the floor
Social costume loosens, thread by thread
Maybe it's okay to feel this dread
This is the space where I'm allowed to grow
Where"ready" is a thing I'll never know
The mask stays on, but underneath it breathes
A kid who's learning what it means to leave