Underneath the Mask
In a school in a classroom there is a boy.
This boy has it all
Athletics, Friends, Grades, Money.
The wave of kids streaming down the hallway they all know him
but little do they know.
At home Aaron doesn't know the sanction of family at all.
His father to busy spending all of his time in his office,
His mother to busy cooking and cleaning and yelling,
His sister's life was taken four months ago from leukemia.
The only security he had at home slowly ripped away from his aching bones.
In this silent asylum the only noise you can hear is the gunfire of words his parents shoot.
They fight about money,
they fight about jobs,
they fight about him.
This time he lays in bed wishing he was dead.
all he thinks his he cant wait to go back to school tomorrow.
In the same classroom
hides a girl under a baggy sweater.
To afraid to wear something flattering, because
she was a child she was first called FAT,
she was a Child the first time she was called UGLY,
she was a damn CHILD the first time some one told her she did not BELONG.
The bell of the imprisonment where she is kept rings.
She puts her head phones in and bows her head.
So she can avoid all the giggles from the people she passes in the hall.
They don't know she throws up after every meal,
they don't know that she takes pills to feel beautiful to be model like,
they do not know that she was planning on over dosing that night.
She cannot wait to get to her next class
We judge but do we really know what's going on underneath the mask.
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