Aww, Nome... this so isn't true. Otherwise, a good poem, I really liked it. But man, I don't agree with this at all.

I love you Nome. :D

What about that rag-tag group
in the back of class,
giggling and passing notes
when the teachers aren't looking,
the ones who are fat,
short,
and have about as much style
as a mutt?
That boy, who doesn't know
what the girls are laughing about
when he walks past
(he's really cute,
but he doesn't know that,
the silly-head)
and that girl
who sits next to you in the back
all alone until lunch
when she can hang out with her friends
then it's back to being anti-social
and unpleasant.
All ya gotta do
to fit in
in highschool
is find that one person
who makes your day
just by grabbing your arm
and dragging you across school
to show you something
they drew on a desk
when they were alone
in the back of class.
Something to remember:
Chic can mean
hours
in front of a mirror
each morning
to look like everybody else
and confidence is almost
only skin deep
when you're in school
And for the rich kids?
I go to school
with the grandson of a business tycoon
and I never would've guessed
had I not heard it
through the bathroom grapevine.
He's just like me
and everybody else.
The pack is as diverse
as an airport on a busy day
so there are others
just like you
alone
and outside the cliques
and they want to fit in
just as much as the girls in the cliques.
Be glad you are outside
because you have to prove yourself
to yourself
and nobody else.
They fight
to stay on top
while we're safe
on the bottom
out of harm's way
and with the people
we choose to be with.


No idea where this came from- I think my poetry-sense just went off when I read this.