The Mask I Wear

The mask comes on once again;
the deep dark abyss of highschool sweeps in.
The laughs and smiles
hide the lassitude that piles.

The wearyness of all the jeers
ends up in mocks and sneers.
The hopes and fears of all
are crushed by the gall
of those who think they are better than the rest.
Our masks put to the test
what the eyes of our oppressers
refuse to look past.

We laugh and smile to discern
those whose only concern
remains to put down
those who dare to go against
the norm with their individualist
attitudes standing out.
They sometimes scream and shout
without a care about the social scene.