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.