Popular Poem by fugly fool
Popular
Are you willing to cheat your way to the top?
Just so you are considerd
Elite and part of the 'crowd'?
Like the razor in the hands of a child
Popularity is murderous.
Do you want to be lied by some...
but hated by most?
Tear families and friendships
to shreds.
Go ahead... be my guest.
What happens when the dream ends?
Where do you go then?
These people are not popular, these people are fearful. They struggle to fit in with the in-crowd. Then when the in-crowd are done with them, they just become throw-away people. They do not care whom they hurt. Very good thoughtful poem, fugly. A ten!
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4/26/2024 10:00:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I totally relate to this, most of us have gone through the ' want to be popular stage', but its cost oveshadows the returns, i'd rather keep my happiness. Nicely expressed fugly! Preets