#coolkids - Hello Poetry

"I wish I could be like the cool kids" I used to yearn for when I was younger desperate to fit in and be liked but it never worked I was always the outcast the loner the ****** it took some time but eventually I don't want to be like the cool kids I am myself and that's the best thing I can be I express myself in my attire and accessories and makeup I am afraid of being judged for how I looked but I pretend otherwise and keep on being authentically me and I will always be me no matter what people say because that is the path to happiness

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Dec 23, 2025

Dec 23, 2025 at 8:39 PM UTC

theperilouspoet77

Like the Cool Kids

"I wish I could be like the cool kids" I used to yearn for when I was younger desperate to fit in and be liked but it never worked I was always the outcast the loner the ****** it took some time but eventually I don't want to be like the cool kids I am myself and that's the best thing I can be I express myself in my attire and accessories and makeup I am afraid of being judged for how I looked but I pretend otherwise and keep on being authentically me and I will always be me no matter what people say because that is the path to happiness

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Smoke fills the room I wish I could look as cool as them Smoke fills my lungs I don't feel cool at all The minty fresh feel sets in I'm not worried about looking cool Or feeling cool I'm not worried anymore now I know why they look so cool

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Dec 11, 2015

Dec 11, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC

cierraspina

Cool kids

Smoke fills the room I wish I could look as cool as them Smoke fills my lungs I don't feel cool at all The minty fresh feel sets in I'm not worried about looking cool Or feeling cool I'm not worried anymore now I know why they look so cool

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my lungs, infatuated by the smell of smoke, all I know, is my walls, are going up in flames. c.f.

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Oct 16, 2015

Oct 16, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC

chloevd

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my lungs, infatuated by the smell of smoke, all I know, is my walls, are going up in flames. c.f.

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Never Good Enough. How did my life change from being a cool kid to being a social reject Did I unknowingly commit social suicide Was I unwillingly tried and thrown in the dungeon of unpopularity Why did I never get a chance to take the stand and let them hear my testimony I don't even know who 'they' are Yet they have decided my trivial fate on the social wheel They had to be close enough to me to figure out that I did not Could not fit in They had to know me enough to make me feel this lonely I must have been friends with 'them' Friends I don't remember what this is How this looks Why this is needed Or if I ever had this I don't care about popularity, I don't care period. What I want to know is how I got here. To this point Where when I breakdown, there's no one who sees that I am broken Falling apart on silver blades Stained red Wielded with insecurities Invited by my yearning flesh Was I that much of an inconsequential person, that my existence Or rather my absence went unnoticed I always came to the conclusion that I'm not pretty enough Or skinny enough Or loud enough And that's why 'they' don't me Because I couldn't conform To senseless conversation and shameless gossip Anyway, all that doesn't matter anymore Because I found out a while ago Cool Kids Do Die

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Dec 10, 2014

Dec 10, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC

basbee

Never Good Enough

Never Good Enough. How did my life change from being a cool kid to being a social reject Did I unknowingly commit social suicide Was I unwillingly tried and thrown in the dungeon of unpopularity Why did I never get a chance to take the stand and let them hear my testimony I don't even know who 'they' are Yet they have decided my trivial fate on the social wheel They had to be close enough to me to figure out that I did not Could not fit in They had to know me enough to make me feel this lonely I must have been friends with 'them' Friends I don't remember what this is How this looks Why this is needed Or if I ever had this I don't care about popularity, I don't care period. What I want to know is how I got here. To this point Where when I breakdown, there's no one who sees that I am broken Falling apart on silver blades Stained red Wielded with insecurities Invited by my yearning flesh Was I that much of an inconsequential person, that my existence Or rather my absence went unnoticed I always came to the conclusion that I'm not pretty enough Or skinny enough Or loud enough And that's why 'they' don't me Because I couldn't conform To senseless conversation and shameless gossip Anyway, all that doesn't matter anymore Because I found out a while ago Cool Kids Do Die

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teal and golden rays in your eyes managed, clean-cut hair presentable, charming barely a stranger despite short times together your company is healing you're a character, that's for sure an impressionist, eccentric convivial like myself we stand outside and happily inhale poison pretending we're awkward being awkward good friends we have become in such a short time-span mutual agreement to enjoy who we are together

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Oct 23, 2014

Oct 23, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC

chloepoetry

affinity

teal and golden rays in your eyes managed, clean-cut hair presentable, charming barely a stranger despite short times together your company is healing you're a character, that's for sure an impressionist, eccentric convivial like myself we stand outside and happily inhale poison pretending we're awkward being awkward good friends we have become in such a short time-span mutual agreement to enjoy who we are together

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Are you an overachiever? They call us the cool kids. But they look straight into our eyes with that stare. That stare. Smells like jealousy. But sympathy it is.

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Sep 23, 2014

Sep 23, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC

jenjo

Overachiever

Are you an overachiever? They call us the cool kids. But they look straight into our eyes with that stare. That stare. Smells like jealousy. But sympathy it is.

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