In school I fake a mask of friendly satisfaction,

Feeling like a fool for three fourths of that time fraction,

Teachers just see me as a student,

To friends I'm just another face,

Sitting on the bleachers,

one easily replaced,

Sunrise to nightfall when I go home,

even with family ties I still feel alone,

The people around me don't know nor do they care,

I'm just an empty body taking up an empty chair,

On happy moments i'm trespassing ,

Trapped by not being able to stop time from passing,

Broken glass as my foundation,

I feel like such a recklessly made creation

I won't say why I still flee,

When it's all on the outside what will I be?