Another day, another class.

I can’t handle this difficult class anymore.

There’s something on my hand

I have to get it out, it’s bothering me.

How can I get through this class if it’s still there?

 

Oh great, there’s some speck in my hair

I have to get it out right now,

Along with several hideous hair strands.

I can’t concentrate if there’s something wrong with my hair.

I can’t live life as a hideous girl with disgusting hair.

 

I know the professor is saying something important

Did he say something about the upcoming exam?

My pen and listening ears have become irrelevant.

My hands have a more important job to do.

And it has to get done right now.

 

Is class already over?

I’m not finished fixing my skin and hair.

I see people getting up and leaving early.

I only see one thing aside from my class notes.

And it’s a tiny mountain of everything I took out.

 

And I realize there’s a river flowing down my face.                                                  

 

I must not let anyone see.

I must not take off this mask.

I must leave class now.

 

It’s after class and I need to go to the restroom.

I suddenly find myself being whisked away.

A classmate pulls me to some center on campus.

I have to fill out paperwork and wait to be called.

But who is going to listen to me at last?

 

I hear my name called out.

Out comes a person clad in white with a clipboard.

My mask has crumbled, but it’s still there.