Everyone at school is in a masquerade.
Wearing masks everday till the mask behaves.
Your problems are still there even when memories fade,
because the mask you wear will only last a school day.
You hang your mask at home up on your mask-rack.
Then you wish that your face could have it back.
You face reality at home and now you lack
a perfect life, because your perfect mask is cracked.
Now everyone can see how you look and feel.
The damage is done, but you start to heal.
If everyone took off theirs, a grand face reveal,
then you'd know their perfect lives, too, are not real.