The In Crowd

She'd never been in the “in crowd”
They always told her she was too loud
Too chubby; too strange; too blind; too stupid; not good enough
Nothing she did could protect her their thoughts, so tough

I give her credit
She won’t put herself out to edit
No matter what they say
She won’t change for them, no way
She’ll always be that little girl
In her room, all alone,just to twirl

One thing is sure
She’s certainly more mature
Sure their name is known
But how often are they overthrown?