I wake up in the morning and I put on my mask. I lie when you ask me what’s wrong and I say I’m fine. Only to cry myself to sleep at night. I live in the land of the damned. A place you could call hell. A place called the ghetto where you hear screaming and gunshots as if the police don't even care. I need an escape. I'm bullied from day to day. They tell me I’m to proper to live in their place. What can I do to get out of this life. I stay at school all day, dreading the time. I can't begin to tell you all of the things that are wrong. I just wish I could find somewhere I belong.