Popularity Is Deceptive Poem by Jesse Pickens

Outskirts of the eye,
you have it all together,
grade school-
beauty seems to be
The only factor
birds of a feather-
flock together,
in crowd-
I guess you have
it made forever,

Until one day
Daddy loses his job,
You move to the projects
Without warning your house
Gets robbed,
You definitely don't
want to put your
pride to the side,
So you cant tell
the cool kids where
you reside,
Head hurt
Emotions high
Now you need
a friend,
Can't tell the cool kids
that's like committing
a sin,
Mental depression starts
to settle within
You wouldn't be alone
If you didn't try so hard
To fit in...