Virtual

Virtual: Cliché

Cliché

I guess it's typical,

In any school,

Any world,

Any society,

To have our cliques,

Our clichés,

Our norm

I hate to judge,

To categorize,

Makes me feel left out,

And different in a way,

But I'm only human,

We see with our minds and ache with our hearts,

If we have any

We see the makeup,

We say:

Goth

Prep

Emo

Outcast

Sporty

Nerd

Loser.

We see the clothes:

Good Will buyer,

Poor,

Neglected,

Rich,

Trends,

Brands,

Lucky,

Maybe.

We judge others,

We say not to,

Remove the fire in your eye,

But first I must remove mine,

That's what I learned,

Once upon a time

I guess I fall, in the odd and norm,

An outcast trying to fit in,

Not with the jocks,

Too much exercise,

And I go boom

Nor with the junkies,

I have grades to keep up,

And drugs don't sound fun to me,

I don't want to fall below,

What I already am

Not the nerds,

Though I'm smart I guess,

Not that smart

I think I'm a geek,

Not a band geek,

I don't march,

In place for hours,

I sit and play,

Pretty, soft, sweet music,

And I don't sing,

Never

I thought I found a group,

Of misfits like me,

But they dispersed,

Like fish in a pond,

When you stick your foot in,

Before the alligator snatches it off

So I took to sitting alone,

I don't mind,

Quiet is nice,

But there's a negative lack of drama,

Lack of talking,

Ideas,

Others

Teacher said there's a new kid coming,

Maybe she'll be nice,

Or he'll be cute,

Or she'll be mean,

And he'll be plastic too

Look at me,

Going on and on,

Assuming, so cruelly, as we are trained to do,

It's a bad habit yes, but it's my nature,

Our nature,

I can't help, but group bananas with bananas,

Fruit with fruit,

Not steak with beans with trees,

What sense would that make?

But we're talking more than food here,

We're talking high school,

It's like MTV,

Minus the botox.

(Maybe.)