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A Strange Thing Called Popularity

by frogforest


Freshman year

New school

New me

I was not who I was one year ago 

I tried to convince myself

.

A strange thing called

Popularity

Means nothing to me

Anymore

.

I made friends

What words could possibly

Do justice to

Their laughs?

Their smiles?

Their understanding?

Their jokes?

Their acceptance?

Their pain?

The answer, no words

.

When I’m with them

Simple proximity 

I am far from the grasps of judgemental eyes

When I’m with them

I don’t regret my actions

When I’m with them

Happiness is achieved

When I’m with them

I am a free bird

Soaring through infinite blue skies

Chasing down my dreams

I see it all so vividly

At last

.

But then

Stares

Laughs

And rumors

Circle the air

About me

.

Don’t talk to them

They’re making you look bad

They’re weird

They say

.

Trust us

You’re new

We’ve known them our

Whole lives

They say

.

Can’t you see?

They make you act strange

They say

.

What they didn’t know

Was

That was how I acted

When I was comfortable

When I was happy

When I was free

.

I never told them that

Because I was under the influence

Of

A strange thing called

Popularity

.

Instead

I ignored them, my friends

Never responded to texts

No conversations

In the hallways

Avoided eye contact

Spread rumors from their secrets

.

Swapped them for

A strange thing called

Popularity

.

The looks on their beautiful faces

Confusion

Hatred

Anger

Worst of all

Disappointment

When I left them

.

Ripped my heart

Through my rib cage

Beating and bloody

Pulsing and alive

Thrown across the room

And stomped

Crushed

Demolished

By a thousand agonized punches

.

All for

A strange thing called

Popularity

.

Not a day slipped by

That I did not think of

My true friends

My real friends

.

Every night

Before I was pulled into the

World of unconsciousness

I would

Force myself

To

Remember

Everything

I

Had

Done

.

Every person I had hurt

Every person I had backtalked

Every person I had drowned

Just so I could remain afloat on

A strange thing called

Popularity

.

But I watched

From the eyes of another

As I did nothing

Because I was

Enthralled

By the idea

Of

A strange thing called

Popularity

.

A year has passed since then

Sophomore year

And I still relive

Those moments

Every night

Every night

Every night

.

Every day

I am tortured

By “friends” I don't

Truly

Like

.

Every day

I am living a peculiar

Personality

Of which 

Does not belong to me

.

Every day

I lose a little bit more

Of who I am

.

I hate I hate I hate

Myself

I think every night

And ten times a day

.

All for

A strange thing called

Popularity

.

Now

I spend my days

Trying to repair

Cover my tracks from the past

But the damage has been done

But my voice has been lost

But my chance has been revoked

It

Is

Over

.

All because of

A strange thing called

Popularity


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That was a very touching poem. I was very relatable too. I just completed my 9th grade and, even though it was completely online, I can relate a bit. At times I have felt like what I am is not normal, I am very weird and no one wants to be friends with me. But my friends accepted me for who I am, I feel free with them. Teenage is when you feel like being popular and impressing everyone, but I have been told I will soon learn how to cope with it. You have given a valuable lesson to every teenager through this poem. It tells you how you can lose everything just by wanting to become popular. You can use yourself too. I loved how you used repetition to put emphasis in certain important parts. I think all teenagers should read this poem and understand the value of true friends..




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thank you!!



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In 9th grade, I was just a regular girl with a lot of friends, and then when I came back to school the next year I had fewer friends and then I made new friends but my popularity changed. it was like I was a different person. I wasn't the same anymore. I even struggled with fitting in during class. then I started acting out and just getting into trouble all the time. you need to put yourself in a good friend group and also be open-minded to changes. another thing that comes along is relationships whether they be intimate or no they are very hard to deal with. I struggled with a lot of things after I broke up with my first boyfriend.




frogforest says...


Yeah, i definitely understand that, friendships change a lot throughout life, especially in high school



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Myre wrote a review...



Heya!
This is my on Young Writer's Society at 7 pm because I can't think of anything else to do... but anyway

This is a beautiful poem - it covers everything that's real about popularity and its effect on people. The "a strange thing called popularity" bit that you repeat punches hard every time.

It's STRANGE (pun intended) how great this poem is - usually, I don't like rhymed lines in poems, but in this one, whenever it showed up I sat at the edge of my seat and waited for another one. This poem seemed like a story - and obviously, it is a story, but it seemed like I was reading a 500 - page novel in one sitting. XD

The first time I've read a 500 page novel in one sitting *ahem* School for Good and Evil *ahem*...

The only thing I would change AT ALL would be the order. Instead of introducing the poem with those first two stanzas, make the third stanza the first one and just add a line to the beginning such as "I used to have friends". Those 1st and second stanzas could be moved more toward the middle, or maybe even toward the end if that's more your style. :)

Thank you for gracing us all with this beautiful poem. I enjoyed reading it and writing a review. Hopefully, this was helpful!

Have a good day, night, morning, evening, whatever it is for you when you read this!

Peace,

Myre




frogforest says...


Aw, thank you!!! (love the pun) I think that switching the order of the first few stanzas might be a good idea, and I'll definitely mess around with it later.
Also - I started reading the school for good and evil a while ago, but I never finished the series :( , but I did read a book called Tell Me Three Things (by Julie Buxbaum) and was high off of it for like a week after



Myre says...


Lol, I get the feeling. Thanks for sharing with me, I'm glad the stanza switch is something you're open to switching. :) Also, Tell Me Three Things has been recommended to me before - I should read it!



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Wow!
This is a great poem - you definitely show how popularity isn't always as fantastic as people think it is - which in fact links to my own YA contemporary quartet that I'm working on ("Reflections" - check out my excerpts for The Other Side if you get a chance). I love your language and imagery, you feel as though that you're right there next to your character who's experincing what popularity really is - how it can make someone become superficial so well done, you should be proud of this. Honestly, I have no suggestions for improvement, its a fantastically crafted poem that you should share around as much as you can. You definitely show a vast amount of potential as a writer so please keep writing! :)




frogforest says...


Thank you so much!!!!



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This is so heart-warming, the repetition was effective and beautiful and the theme of the poem is so true. Unfortunately, we live in a world where people push others down. If this is your real experience, I just want to say that it's never too late to be yourself or to apologise.
I loved the lines 'beating and bloody, pulsing and alive' because it's been written with such clarity and to reference it to this situation makes it seem like everything that made you the person you are, made you alive and breathing, was ripped away from you. It's open to interpretation to what this would then mean for you.

I enjoyed reading this poem, it's so effective. I hope everything turns out okay for you :)




frogforest says...


Thank you! I hope everything turns out ok, and I talk to them again.



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ForeverYoung299 wrote a review...



It is such a beautiful poetry! The way you described popularity is awesome. And your repetition of those three lines is also awesome.

Overall, it's a thought provoking, realistic, literary poetry work. Whatever, I hope I was able to provide a good review. Your work is really beautifully crafted- it shows the effect of popularity in our everyday lives.

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to read such a beautiful work.




frogforest says...


Thank you so much!! I was hesitant to write the poem, but maybe it payed of.



ForeverYoung299 says...


welcome. please review my works. I like to receive feedback.



frogforest says...


ok!




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