Popularity-Poem (WhisperShade)

Drama and love.

There are those who feed off the same.

With you, they form a wolf pack.

They choose then pick apart those that bring them fame.

If we’re not like you, then we're kicked out.

And you wonder why we don’t come back.

Running, running,

Climbing, Climbing,

Chasing,

It’s a race to the top.

Then what?

When you make it, do you just drop?

Hair, makeup, shoes.

Why should we care if it’s old or new?

Cucumbers, lotion, face masks

They rejuvenate dry skin,

But not your calloused heart.

Comparisons.

They break you down.

Asking, as you look around,

“Why can’t I be like her?”

As you groom your pretty face.

Which makes me question why

that’s even a question in the first place.

Don’t listen to those who say,

“We’ll teach you to be happy,

Just follow society’s ways.”

But it’s hard to follow a shifting arrow.

A model.

That makes you spend money on makeup bottles.

Makeup for what?

A personality?

You hold it like a shield.

One you run and hide behind.

While you search for something real;

Some truth to feel inside.