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Unconventional

The popular people

That when together

Create a force field of might

The unpopular people cannot touch

The popular people huddle in a circle

A defensive formation

against the unpopulars

Every laugh is a scold to us

Every word is a knife

they constantly penetrate my skin

each one of them has this power

All the same

 

When we come, they leave 

when we come again, they leave again

When we come a third time, they leave the country

leaving a trail of disregard and destruction behind them

all the same

 

Their fashion trends

all the popular’s sunglasses 

they shine in my eyes like puncturing laser beams

Every white shirt, gown, dress, necklace, new pair of sneaks

polished like a waxed floor

all the same

the trends make their force field of fashion stronger

The second I come near I get shocked

electrocuted

burned

every line on my palms are burn marks

each a lukewarm reminder of every word they said to me

all the same

The definition of popularity-the unpopulars will never touch it

They are always the 1 seed

All the same

 

Inside jokes burn in my head like rubidium and water

Giggles are like tiny hammers hitting my brain

Every whisper echoes in my ear

They are supervillains

Animals

They hunt in groups

Looking for the mindless sheep

That claw their way to the slaughterhouse

The loyal, hungry dogs

That yearn for their alphas

All the same

 

However, I am an unpopular

A second-class student

However

I am no dog

No sheep

I am a blank canvas

Waiting to be painted

With MY own colors

I don’t care what the critics utter

Even if popularity is perfect perfectionist power

I am no Damocles

And I never wish to be

All the same