the funniest thing i learned about popularity
is that
it's defined by others.
it doesn't matter what you do,
who you are,
how you behave.
if someone doesn't accept you,
you aren't popular.
when one boy chose me,
four more came running to stake a claim.
when one boy left,
so did the rest.
it was never my fault
or
my choice.
it wasn't my personality or my looks they were focused on;
it was this idea that if someone liked me i must be popular and good enough for them.
so the next time you feel unpopular,
remember that their eyes are blinded by unity.
they claim people not because they're different; but because they are the same.
you are the one that stands out,
the one who has dared to be themselves
even when others have made you feel less than.
you are bigger than they will ever be.
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• first dance •
Poetrythis is a story from a segment of my life where i found love -or what I thought was- then lost it, as quickly as it came this is my experience these are my regrets he was my mistake this was my heartbreak 🥀 hey guys! welcome to my first boo...
