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.