I trudge along the halls hiding behind this mask.
Hiding behind the shadow that I always seem to cast.
With sad eyes I walk by staring at the floor.
People shoving past, things I've learned to ignore.
I'm tired of trying to be the person they want me to be
but I want to let go and go back to being me.
Who will let me stand? Who will let me shine?
Who will stand back and let me find,
who it is that I'm supposed to be?
Who will set me free?