The cost


Water pouring over her

Running in her eyes

Can't wash away the filth.

A downhearted soul

Mourning her happiness

Resentful towards their

popularity, trying to fit in.

Gave it away. Nothing in return.

She CAN'T take it back

They sneer at her as she passes by,

The laugh at her behind closed doors,

She won't ever get a second chance.

Another naive soul crushed by the cruel hand of her peers

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To all the girls who think popularity is worth anything...

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