Everything we do in society is a popularity contest.
It doesn’t matter how good you are at something,
As long as you are loved by everyone.

It bothers me how we value appearances over quality.
The effort you put into a drawing, or poem doesn’t matter,
As long as you have a pretty face.

Half of the time people don’t even appreciate the work the person has done,
They only liked it because they were so popular.

When did popularity ruin the value of passion?

It doesn’t matter if it is the worst poem or piece of art in the world,
As long as it was done by someone who is praised.
The quality plays no part in their art.

It sickens me that we live in a society,
Where even writing poems, has become
A popularity contest.

– Popularity Contest // F.C.