I'm not a robot, I have my thoughts

Don't always show them, it's a little tough

I feel so tongue tied, get stomach knots

from my big fear of not being good enough.

This mask I wear must now come off

Is time to finally show what I've got.

Let myself free like a magician's act

in which the pigeons come out of the hat.

May not be perfect, but this is me

A little simple, yes I agree

branch on my own, from the big tree

to make my way where I want to be.