Fake It

[Tone: Aggressive, rhythmic

Theme: Work mask, leadership pressure, “Billy B”]

Fake it till I make it, that’s the motto they sold me

Smile for the team even when I’m lonely

Clipboard confidence, stomach in knots

Tell ‘em “we’re good” when I’m barely afloat

Manager voice, calm and collected

Inside I’m a mess, every thought redirected

Lead by example, don’t let ‘em see cracks

So I joke real loud just to cover the facts

Pressure on pressure, don’t blink

Say the wrong thing, now they all think

“Billy B,” yeah they call me that

When I snap just a little, then I laugh it back

Armor made of jokes and sarcasm

If I stop smiling, fear might have ‘em

I don’t mean the things that slip my tongue

Just intrusive thoughts when the day gets long

I fake it so well, I forgot what’s real

Tell me—how’s a leader supposed to heal?

I love my people, that’s the problem here

If I lose this place, I disappear

Clock in courage, clock out doubt

Sit at the bar tryna not freak out

Hands clench tight when my patience thin

I hear my voice and don’t recognize him

They laugh it off, say “you’re intense”

But they don’t hear what’s in my head

If strength is silence, I’m breaking the rule

If honesty’s weakness, then what do I do?

What do I do?

What do I… do?