So you believe in populartiy...dont you?
You think it's the coolest people,
with the nicest clothes,
who brag alot,
the boys play sports,
and the girls are always pretty.
Not.True.
All of them,
deep beneath their skin,
the truth crawls
It itches to get out.
To tell the world how that person really is.
Not the lies they have been telling,
everyday for
months.
years.
The truth would just pour out.
You wouldn't be able to stop it.
That fake smile he wears everyday?
It's really just an expresssionless face, just like yours.
All that make-up she wears everyday?
underneath she's just as pretty.
Inside, all those people are just as normal as you.
Somedays they might even want to BE you.
But the lies that they pile on you.
It's enough to go around the world twice.
The litterally feed them to you.
You, believe every word you hear
Imagine, thnking a person youk thought you knew everything about
When really, you only knew their 1st name.
You had no idea what btheir life was like.
Until the truth spills
Yoou would've never known her clothes,
were hand-me-downs.
Just like yours.
So, that group
"The Popular People"
It's just a title
Think of everyone as a doll on the shelf in a shop.
Some might say:
"The more beautiful ones are put on display in the front, and the broken get pushed to the back."
In reality, they were all made identically in the factory.
If we could show what we were thinking,
his shirt would say "left out" and her shirt would say
"Broken"
Those "Popular" kids.
The ones that treat you like crap.
They hurt even more then you sometimes.