Behind the Curtain Slam: The Mask of an Honor Student
My mask reminds me of the Joker
Smile held up in a game of poker
Do I mean it?
Do I not?
Time’s clicking away on the clock
I’ve been through the bad,
Can’t stay happy when I’m sad,
I want to speak up, my mask is breaking
My heart is aching
I should say I’m not okay
I should ask for a different day
But no, I trudge on, play strong
I tell myself, it won’t be for long
I know I am lying
I know why I’m crying
I’m too terrified of being alone at night
But I act like I’m someone’s white knight
Pristine and perfect, like my transcript
But when I get in crowds, I need a script
I’m not strong, I’m so weak
My emotional skin is so easy to break
I feel my heart twist at the sight of a B
I feel my tongue tie when people look at me
I don’t want to ever look in the mirror
I’m afraid to see
The painted scholar and courageous friend
That I’ve made myself out to be.