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Popularitry Isn'T Worth It All
I sit, and cry about what you called me the other day.
You may not know, but I took you seriously,
I even dread corners that bear your mere shadow.
I see you and I automatically turn and go the other direction,
If I needed to go there, I would wait until you left.
I hate living like this, living in the corners of this oh so small town.
All I wanted was to be accepted.
I never thought it could get so bad,
So bad that someone would make a mockery of my name,
So that any time I hear my name mentioned in a crowd,
People laugh and say rude things, “Isn’t that the ...