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The stares
The glares
The did you see that?’s
The yeah, I saw him.’s
The open-mouthed expressions
The shocked faces
The I can’t believe he did that…’s
The horrified looks
From all the high school society
The art geeks
The prom queens
Jocks and freaks alike
The centerpiece of their attention?
The quiet boy
He’s a jock, and a geek
Artsy and preppy
And weirder than they are
But did they really expect him to fit in?
He’s a dealer but not a user
He doesn’t want the stuff he sells
He’s not an outcast
No, they wouldn’t take his kind
But then again he doesn’t have a kind
No label with which people can sort him into a clique
He wants to stand out
And he does that just fine
Just the right amount of happiness and sadness
To balance out his act
He’s the perfect combination
Of everything in high school
He’s what everyone’s afraid of
Why?
He’s unsortable
They can't put him in a group
Jock, prep, art geek, dealer, outcast
Those labels don’t fit him
They can’t understand why he wants to stand out
They’re afraid of being unique
While he’s all about it
They want him to disappear
Yet no one can ignore him
But he’s not alone now
Others have chosen to follow him
To face their fear of the unknown
They call themselves Unique
After all, they don’t fit into the High School Hierarchy anymore.
- by The Only Death Note |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/22/2008 |
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- Title: High School Hierarchy
- Artist: The Only Death Note
- Description: Cliques, labels, and the one who doesn't fit in.
- Date: 07/22/2008
- Tags: high highschool hierarchy cliques
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- demon strait outta_hell - 12/22/2008
- I LOVE IT! And thats a LOT coming from me. 5/5 you have talent
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