Hey ya'll! I wrote a poem the other day about popularity and how they think they can rule everything! please tell me what you think it's unedited.
And everytime she turned around
she saw someone falling down.
Her eyes deep into their soul,
making them look like a fool.
They dropped down to her glory
making sure that they looked sorry.
Even though they did nothing wrong,
she glares at them as if they did.
Her piercing eyes that guys fall for
when really she is just a bore.
So when she says get outta my way.
I will not obey becuase I know she
doesn't rule the world.
And she doesn't rule me.
So what do you think?
Talk to ya Tuesday!
XOXO Shelby
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