This doesn't apply to all popular kids. Just the nasty bullies.
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
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?
Or could I be something more?