My anger builds up, my frustration to the max.
I'm about to blow some ones head off.
My perfection, it must last.
I'm know as the smart one , the one who knows everything.
The one who doesn't get anything wrong the one in GT.
I'm known as the nicest & most kind.
Always helping, even the people i don't like.
I want to be their hero.
I want to be their friend.
Always offering a helping hand.
My mask is constantly worn, attached to me like my arm.
But its getting in the way.
It's trying to be someone who's not me.
Its been on so long, will i ever be free?
