Accusing,

It's not amusing,

It's quite maddening,

Picking on the innocent,

It's really saddening,

And if your bullied,

I feel you.

But ignore the ignorant,

And look towards the magnificent,

And what you judge is magnificent,

It's all up to you.

Popularity is a myth,

It's like ancient cryth,

NOBODY CARES ABOUT IT,

Don't fall into the pit,

Of "society"

It is just a calamity,

Where the only evil,

Is what others conceive,

Is that what you believe?

Well?

It's silly when you think,

That you have to wear pink,

Because one popular wears pink,

When you prefer black,

You just want to attack,

But the leader is popular,

So you can't.

But where does popular get power,

And what is this power,

You shouldn't cower,

Because there is none,

This is not a pun.

What power do they have?

Their bitches,

Who don't do dishes,

Who don't work,

Their just online,

All the time.

They have no right to judge you.

Of fat,

Big,

A hoe,

A slut,

Ugly,

Pudgy,

Stupid,

Retarded,

When you NOT,

Beauty is only seen through the eyes...

Of you.

Because you are beautiful,

Everyone is,

HEY DONT SAY NO,

And if you don't think you are,

Good for you,

Your humble,

But you will learn,

So do not concern.

YOU TRULY ARE BEAUTIFUL 

 What's the point,

Of poems,

Rhyming,

Following patterns,

Being cleshay,

Trying to fit in,

But stand out,

It makes me want to pout.

But it reminds me of something.

Life.

And you know what,

The are both really fucking hard,

You need the right card.

But both are beautiful,

Works of art,

They inspire us.

But also teach us to cuss,

But no need to fuss.

We will get through this,

And enter heavenly blys,

So hang on my love,

Both poems and life,

Will come to you,

And show your beauty.