Oh.

Glory Days.

I've heard the punchline.

I know I'm the joke.

You call these our glory

days?

Just an embarassing phase,

that I've wished away.

Rejected by The Clique.

Could I conform?

Should I conform?

I'd rather die than

be your picture of flawless.

I'll stick with five years

of FREAK, GEEK, from your

perfect bloody clique!

I won't be exposed.

Emotional and vulnerable

isn't my style.

Faked confidence,

glue on my smile.

I'll lie toyou.

Behind this mask,

I'll hide.