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.