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I walk these halls with hundreds of others,
but no one ever sees me, just through me.
It’s like I don’t exist.
Until somebody bumps into me,
and all my books fall to the floor.
No one helps me.
They just walk over me.
I sit alone at lunch every day,
eating quietly and trying not to be seen.
I see everyone.
The jocks, the cheerleaders, the geeks,
the nerds, the musicians, and the cool guys.
Where do I fit in?
Even the outcasts don’t want me.
I ride the bus home most afternoons.
It’s a long ride home.
I sit by myself; no one sits with me.
I know they are talking.
I see everyone stare and whisper.
My stop is finally here and I leave quickly.
But now they shout their hatred out the window.
I am mortified.
I wear a mask to hide my anguish.
I tell my mother there is nothing wrong.
But I lie. I lie to her every day.
I don’t want her see my suffering.
But she sees me. She hears them.
I can’t hide.
I wear the mask.
A mask to hide every pain.
I have one for every occasion.
I’ve been wearing them for a long time.
I don’t know how to live without them.
Who am I?
Where is the real me?
I left my home.
Over two thousand miles I fled.
I needed to see if I could start a new life.
One free from the past and the pain.
But the masks followed me here.
I had to wear them for many years,
and be someone else that others wanted me to be.
I have done everything you’ve asked.
I thought you needed me.
I wore the mask you wanted me to wear.
It wasn’t good enough.
The music died and the dancing faded away.
You took everything from me.
Now I’m left wondering who I am.
It took a long time to see
that the masks I wore
were a waste of time.
I thought they would protect me.
But all they did was hide who I was,
and kept me from living
a life meant to be.
Now I live mask-free.
What you see, is what you get.
I have nothing to hide.
People want to see me,
and appreciate what I have to offer.
I wonder what they would think of me now?
I don’t care anymore.
It’s their loss.
The music is finally playing,
and the dancing has returned.
I am happy and free,
and finally ready to throw out
the masks that have hid me.