Fake people drive me crazy
They wear a mask
But make everyone green with envy
The seemingly simple task
Of being popular
People from behind the mask do come
Only in the privacy of their own
They think I'm dumb
And they haven't shown
The truth
They have no idea
Of the life I live
I am more like them than they know
I too have a secret I'm not likely to give
Though someday I know
I will have to give up this mask
Which makes us one
It'll be my life-long task
Till I can cross it off as done
Some day I'll be free to fly
All you'll see is me
I'll be able to walk, and see the masks pass by
But I'll be free!
This poem, I thought, wasn't as good as the others. It didn't had an awkward irregular meter and seemed too disorganized for my own liking. And line 11 you wrote 'the' when I believe you meant to write 'they' just a little typo that I caught, nothing serious.