Popular
I was never popular
They saw me as a foreigner
I was a commoner
They want to star in a blockbuster
But I wanna be an astronomer
While they were gossipers
I was a photographer
Just ask my cinematographer
I would rather look through my binoculars
I wear dark colors
They don't even like polyester
In one hot summer
Not like any other
They all disregarded a popular
They had forgotten her
It startled her
I spotted her
It was spectacular
Soon we became commoners
No one else bothered her
We were both unpopular
And that is the story of how a popular and a commoner found each other
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It's okay to not be okay
PoetryA look inside the messed up brain of a teenage girl who always says "I'm fine" but who isn't lying when they say that two word line? A collection of short poems about many different topics Some of these poems are based on true stories while others...
