To The Popular Girls

You hide behind your make-up,
And your over-straightened hair;
You wear the latest slutty fashions.
You love it when they stare.

You fish for compliments everyday,
By complaining that you're fat;
Your friends build up your ego,
Then you stab them in the back.

You're fuelled by gossip and rumours,
Lies are what you tell.
You don't think of the consquences,
Of how you're making their lives hell.

You're self-absorbed and selfish.
You don't care about anyone else.
You pretend to be empathetic,
But you're only thinking of yourself.

"I don't care what anyone thinks"
May just be your biggest lie.
But you know you'll never really be popular,
No matter how hard you try.