I’ve rehearsed every step, I know every line, A mask so flawless, they swear it’s mine. They see composure, they see control, But never the fractures under my soul. I navigate rooms like a ghost in the light, Every movement measured, every word just right. A hollow echo in laughter’s disguise, They call me gifted, but I see through the lies. Watch my hands, watch my eyes, Every gesture a perfect guise. They see confidence, but they don’t see, The cracks in the face that isn’t me. I’ve studied their language, their habits, their ways, A mimic of human in elaborate play. Never too distant, never too near, Always just present enough to appear. They praise the presence, they envy the ease, But I know better, this isn’t me. Every spotlight, every name they call, I dance between them, avoiding the fall. Watch my hands, watch my eyes, Every gesture a perfect guise. They see confidence, but they don’t see, The cracks in the face that isn’t me. (It's not me)