Pull the tip of my cap down
Covers my face, it is my crown:
Turns me unseen to those around,
The shadow covers up my frown.

My pale face may peek out too;
Even then, I'm still see through.
Forgotten when in the classroom,
Passed in the hallways by you.

Occasionally, I ponder leaving
All this behind, will there be grieving?
Or will I just remain unseen
And become an invisible memory?