A fire without falmes

Should I smile, should I cry I really need to be their ally What would they like the most How to get in and be in the "bros" I am scared they might get upset What if they didn't like a word I said Would they approve off this hair and clothes Or am I about to become a laughing stock Though I came to the kitchen first But they want to be the first to quench their thirst So I will stand by counter in silence and wait For all I want is to be at peace and avoid debate I wish to stop acting dumb and bound To be the one with a view and mind To break the shackles of people's assent But the mind is too in swamp to get out