The new me

Excitement can seem like electric anxiety

Wishing it would go away can’t guarantee

The pressure that I place is in a race

Hands and heads shaking, it is Grace

I am terrified of becoming that again

All I can think is when? when? when?

Using my name comes with a heavy weight

The browser is trying to update my face

I built a house and burned the deed

I want everyone to see the new me

My lips don’t speak what I need

Who’s the referee to my nominee?

Recognition means a lot to me

Maybe it’s time for you to agree