Popular Girls


Popular girls will be the death of you.

What did I do to deserve this?

You talk and talk until I break.

I feel the need to cry but I resist.

Why do you feel the need to make

fun of me? Do you have insecurities

too? If so, don’t make fun of mine to hide yours.

I’m tired of your immaturity

and you trying to start wars.

You make me depressed and suicidal

to the point where I don’t even want to go to school

and you always act in denial.

All this for what? Because you wanted to be cool.

Popular girls will be the death of you.

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