I do not know what popularity feels like,
I only know others hatred
the stinging in my eyes as I remember
their insults
holding back the tears threatening to fall.
But I would rather
everyone hate me but one
true friend
then have the compliments
of a thousand
popular kids
fakes
plastics
who know not of the pain they put others through
but only of physical beauty,
too much self-absorption,
and their love
of humiliating those who
they believe
are less than they are
but not anymore.
From this day forward
I don't care if they insult me
for I will always be how I am
and I won't change that for
*anyone.