The Price Of Popularity Poem by Jasmine Thompson

Our hair is different colors
but we look the same

The same old stick figure
that walks the same way.

We smile at the boys
and we flip our hair

We do not play with toys
when we can go anywhere

We laugh and we smile
when people walk by

Because behind our smiles
we hide all our lies

Popularity is nothing
when it comes to lies and deceit

Fore the price you pay for popularity
is one you’ll never forget.