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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