The mask I wear doesn’t fit
It’s too small in so many ways
It’s not big enough to fit my whole personality
So I make a new one

Instead of speaking out about the wrong in the world,
I must keep quiet, because no one cares

Instead of expressing my true feelings,
I must keep them quiet, otherwise I see emotional

Instead of being the carefree girl I wish to be,
I’m forced to be the one who complains about everything

Instead of showing the world my talent,
I must hide it, or else I’m weird

Instead of the world seeing my double personality,
They see someone who is bland

They see the glimpses of my observing and my hysterics,
But they dismiss them, because they’ve come to know my mask too well

It’s sad really, that I have to live my life this way
But ask anyone, and they’ll tell you “Welcome to Middle School”

I dream of speaking my mind and taking my mask off,
And I know that my dream could become a reality,
If I only showed the world,
But I am so comfortable, I’ve come to know the part so well

I know that the mask I wear is too small in so many ways,
But for now, just like my only pair of jeans that are too tight, I have to make it fit
Maybe, just maybe, someday I will take off my mask and show myself to the world
But for now, I hide, hoping no one sees through my well adjusted mask.