Fake
They're not your friend
this message I'll send
you're sure to feel the prick
uh oh a clique
their standards are too high
and even if you comply
you won't meet up to them
even though you're a gem
they won't recognize you as one
that's not a lot of fun
for the outsider
you're eyes will be wider
you'll receive attention at first
if your talent doesn't burst
you must be ideal
to what they feel
that you should be
they're never free
a stickler to their belief
together they will brief
it's as if you're back in school
resembling a fool
what a bunch of snobs
they gather in mobs
don't let your heart to ache
for they're nothing but a fake
Copyright © Angela Crabtree | Year Posted 2020
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