Often you see the smiles of those who are just like me. 

That gleaming smile that acts as a mask that protects me from 8 to 3. 

You know all these people with their pretty, fake smiles. You know them all too well. 

The ones who lie with happy faces, doesn’t that ring a bell? 

No? They hide it well, their dread and sickness. They see nothing, but the ether. 

They’d die to sink or sleep or look out ahead instead at the feet beneath her. 

When sinking it’s hard. You struggle to see two feet in front of your face. 

All you’re doing is wailing and crying to leave this awful place. 

You scream for the others, but they don’t hear. To the outside world you’re opaque. 

They get angry at you or try to apologize like they themselves made a mistake. 

‘No, it’s not your fault. It’s all just me.’ This makes them sit and ponder.

‘What made them so sad? What made all their happiness simply get up and wander?’ 

Who says your sadness has to have a reason? Can’t I just wallow in my sorrow?

Maybe you could, but that’ll just make you not want to get up tomorrow. 

You drag yourself through your cumbersome tasks though the ringing makes it hard to hear.

Nothing really matters in the end, not even your entire high school career. 

Please make it stop! I feel like I’m suffocating! Why can’t the whole world just stop?

I feel like I have no meaning. Can God hit rewind and send me back to the top? 

Before all the sinking and horrible feelings, when everything was simple and happy. 

But, when no one else changes this won’t help at all. Things always end up just as crappy. 

All the stares and looks, the remarks and insults. Everything remains the same. 

I don’t understand! This isn’t me! This emotionless being I became. 

I sink and I sink all while hoping I don’t shrivel up and drown. 

Maybe this mess wouldn’t have happened if I could only show my frown.