Forced atop a pedestal Where you’re expected to be Everything to everyone While you drown in anxiety Behind a mask of your creation Lies a forced smile and personality How’s it working out for you? The crushing responsibility. There are no cracks in my facade As nothing bothers me I’ll stand my ground and push them down Of all that troubles me. I can take it Even if I must fake it Of all that troubles me Does the pressure make you squirm? Is it worse from in or out? That suit of armor you think protects you. Only suffocates you with self doubt. Are you failing all expectations? A victim of your own accountability. Is it in their head, or in yours? This crushing inadequacy. You strive to make everyone happy Ignoring what really hurts Being everything to everyone. But forgetting to start with yourself first You gotta start with yourself first You gotta start with yourself first So I no longer trouble me
