Many girls crave popularity
Because they are in doubt
Of whether they're worthy to fit in
But they don't want to stand outLemme tell you a story
Of a girl named Her
She attempted to conform
But instead she was called a curShe wanted to be cool
To be loved by the cool kids
She didn't even stop to think
That maybe the cool kids are just trash lidsShe learned too late
That popularity should die
That it should just rot in a hole
And alone it should lieLet this be a lesson
To those who are in doubt
You were never born to fit in
You were born to stand out
YOU ARE READING
My mind's poetry
PoëziePoetry about stuff in my mind... * *** * Do note that this stuff merely comes to my mind. My life is not all goth and emo or whatever. Not trying to offend no one. Do also note that most of these pictures are not mine to call, well, mine (except cat...