sararaven

**The Popular Club**

I use to be an outcast, no matter what I did I knew
I was was different.
And somehow everyone else knew it too.
No matter what I did I wasn't one of them.
You know the group, the ones the guys wanted and
all the girls wanted to be......not me.
I was the hopeful, the wallflower if you will, sitting on the sides
watching all the other flowers grow.
I was weird, I was odd I was....just me.
I then I grew up after trying to change trying to be the rose instead,
and I realized....
that will never be me.
I don't want luscious lips and expensive clothes,
I like my jeans with holes, and dye in my hair.
Rocking to music so loud your ears seem to bleed, that's me,
the one I wanted to be.
Wearing pushups bras to make them seem more,
I look down and laugh, I have what they have to pay for.
Fake nails, with their hair done up hair, me with my hot topic, and suicide.
I stopped being the wallflower and became the dark rose,
I stopped trying to be one of them, and now I have them wondering why?

You didn't understand did you, why everyone stopped caring,
why all of the sudden you grew up and no one was there.
They got tired you see tired of trying to be what you wanted them to be,
and guess what they became me.