Hiding.

Hiding behind the mask,
Of which I call my face,
Talking is a task,
Not a spot is out of place.

I'm crying on the inside,
I'm reaching out to you,
I have to swallow my pride,
Now this is my cue.

Blending in is a chore,
Standing out isn't my intention,
This has been done before,
Its like an eternal detention.

I'm labeled the 'funny girl',
Of which theres nothing behind,
School goes by in a swirl,
Maybe I'm actually kind.

If it wasn't for my jokes,
Would you talk to me,
Behind that jester cloak,
Is someone whos unhappy.