I walk through the halls,
With a mask on,
Trying to smile when I can.
I joke with my friends,
Pray for the weekend
When I am somewhat set free again.
I do my part,
And play most sports
Involved in Beta Club, and whatever else I can fit in.
I get along with my teachers,
Except when I show my bad features,
Though I don’t have trouble fitting in.
I’m nice tomost people,
Mean to a few,
I hate it when I make them cry.
On the outside I am harsh and unforgiving,
Intimidating without a smile.
Even with my bad attitude,
Mood swings and everything,
I make it through the day,
Keep my friends,
Don’t really think about anything,
One more year of high school,
With my pain-hiding mask.
Then out into the “big world”
The “Public Me” might not last.
