You think back to the glory days when all eyes were on you every single day in school.
Feeling like no matter what you were invincible to all of life's problems because of your popularity.
You failed to realize early on that it all meant nothing.
You finally reached the end of the line and it was one hell of a good ride for you while it lasted.
After this your life begins for real no amount of popularity you had in school will even make a difference now.
Years pass by and Mr.Popular is down on his luck with very few friends, funny how much has changed in the short few years.
Where are those so called friends who once crowded around you spouting all that nonsense to you about how good you looked.
Take a look back what went wrong you had it all but all for nothing.
Mr.Popular is now Mr.Not So Popular.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem