Popularity Is Deceptive

Outskirts of the eye, you have it all together, grade school-- beauty seems to be The only factor birds of a feather- flock together, in crowd- I guess you have it made forever, Until one day Daddy loses his job, You move to the projects Without warning your house Gets robbed, You definitely don't want to put your pride to the side, So you cant tell the cool kids where you reside, Head hurt Emotions high Now you need a friend , Can't tell the cool kids that's like committing a sin, Mental depression starts to settle within You wouldn't be alone If you didn't try so hard To fit in...