We have groups we go by in high school.
We have the PREPS you see at the games,
the JOCKS with their jackets thinking they’re so tough,
the SKATERS with their long hair and don’t mess with me attitudes,
Freaks and Gothics being miserable as can be,
the GROUPIES who join the crowd,
the LONERS who secreted themselves away,
your GEEKS and NERDS the brainy acts of us all.
But you think you know me,
you LABLE me,
PUSH me aside.
Just one look and you already decide.
You don’t know I’m a blooming rose,
I’m more then you think,
don’t judge me at first sight.
You don’t know me,
what I’m like.
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I was fourteen when I wrote this. I was actually inspired by one: a lesson in my states requirements class in my freshmen year and two: looking around my high school and just noticing people around me.