In school,
everyone greeted me back.
However I knew,
what's behind their masks.
They were scared,
of my frown,
of my scars,
of my coldness.
Some laughed at me
some made fun of me
some pitied me
some called me names
some gossiped me,
all behind my back.
He's looks like a pirate
who just came back
from a failed mission!
They chuckled
as I went pass them.
Actually,
they are my friends
WERE
who always need help
and I came
to the rescue.
Now they brushed it away
like it's nothing.