Hive mind is scary I feel vulnerable and stupid
Waiting for a new embaressment to go and tear right through me
dependent [bad word] animal, watch me brimming with shame.

And this confidence I fake only makes matters worse.
I am not a stallion, I am just perverse.
Hopeless, and docile, and tamed.

Another day I won't remember, another day I wished away.
Tedious days punctuated by dismay,
everyday feels the same.

It's the routine, It's the regret.
That makes me worse yet.

Did I forget your name or make a joke and no-one laughed?
Did [bad word] across as stupid or did I [bad word] too fast?
This isn't a brave face, this is a mask.

Now I remember it doesn't take much to make me feel small.