We mask the pain we feel
With bottles and pills
Smudged all blue to teal
as we coated the sadness.

We lose ourselves in the process of masking ourselves
Because
Every now and then you wake up as someone else,
And
That someone might be someone you hate
Or
Someone you could never recognise
Until
You finally lose yourself
And
Forget who you really are.

I came to study the magical arts
But these troublesome three students
Hermione, Ron and harry,
Last semester those three students
Killed our defence against the dark arts teacher
I guess if he didn't stand against three kids,
How would he survive against the real dark arts,
Now this semester they're up to their shenanigans again
I wish I could just Wingardium Leviosa them off a cliff
But if I do that
Or even if I fail my grade this semester
My parents will probably Avada Kedavra me.