Slam Back On The Mask

I've always been afraid to take this mask off of my face.

Afraid that no one will like me and I'll never find my place.

Within these brick school walls I hear them laughing and pointing at me.

The second I can get away I know I'll be safe, the time is three.

Whether or not they can hear my screaming and cries through the halls.

I wonder if these horrid student monsters even care at all.

A day I decide to take off my mask just trying to be brave.

Was a day every student in my class decided not to behave.

Papers, spit, pencils in my hair.

All the kids laughed and the teachers never cared.

So I slammed my mask back on and decided to run and hide.

Never again did I take that mask off and try to set it aside.


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