She was treated like a queen,
But for real, she was ordinary.
Her eyes seemed to be of a color yet unseen,
But they were regular, and not starry.
She hid her personality under tons of makeup,
And everybody liked it.
Nobody ever told her to stop,
Nobody wanted her to change just a bit.
She lost herself to popularity,
She was alive, but not living.
She forgot about people like me,
Who kept believing.
Believing that one day, we'd be famous
Without losing ourselves.
Because people like us matter,
Just because we're not popular doesn't mean we don't need help.
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Time To Go: A Poetry Collection
PoetryAway we go, to a place we've never been to before. I am flying, and these poems are the feathers on my wings. And it's time to go on adventures. Highest Ranking: 104 in Poetry (Thank you Wattpad!)
