Tables Turned

She thinks
"Here I come the Queen of them all
I'm sweet and I'm pretty"
as she strides down the hall

She carelessly talks
and speaks mindless chatter
she wanders around
continuously flattered

She does not acknowledge
the ones who don't speak
insignificant to her
she knows they are weak

But one day she will need them
and their incredible smarts
she'll need their advice
that will come from their hearts

One day she will fall
from the clouds up above
and "FRIENDS" will forget
the girl that was loved

The ones who will help her
the ones who will care
are the ones she walked past
with her nose in the air

They know what it's like
to be ignored by them all
the ones who buzz by
when they walk down the hall

They promised themselves
they would never be cruel
they acknowledge everyone
who goes to the school

So always remember
when your popularity ends
the ones who will empathize
are the ones with no friends

If they walk kind of funny
or their hair is a mess
they never looked twice
at the way that you dress

Even though they may envy
your style and your way
they're people too
and you could be there someday

...Poetry Index <