This doesn't apply to all popular kids. Just the nasty bullies.

Popular Kids

I walk past

The popular kids yell out at me

Sympathetic faces turn to me

But no one comes to rescue me

The popular kids have chosen me

Again…

To be their victim

They tease me, mock me to my face

Tears stream down my cheeks as I run away

Their laughter echoes around me

No one comforts me

I am left to question myself

Are they right, the populars?

Am I just their entertainment?

Their victim?

Or could I be something more?