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She walks along the corridor with her eyes on the floor,
Surroundings insult her appearance, her intelligence,
She makes haste and then behind herself, she slams the door,
Those words didn’t even touch her mental defense.

He listens to the crowd’s every insult, every murmur,
But still, he’ll take no offense,
Killing one’s soul is akin to murder,
But those words were not said at his expense.

She walks through the school as it rots and erodes,
The building that keeps her in suspense,
Classroom, to class, to Yellow Brick Road,
With her dreamlike common sense.

He sits alone, he hides himself away,
The pain of pretending is just so immense,
They talk about her, but he doesn’t care what they say,
He only cares about when his life will commence.

She heads through her house and up to her room,
She lifts off the mask that she wears,
He heads to the mirror as he hums a tune,
A disguise torn apart by his own strong stare.

He runs a hand through his hair but then turns away,
He sheds the final aspects of his pitiful act,
When he feels that he can continue with his day,
He turns back with his smile intact.