High School Heirarchy

The cliques, the labels, and the one who doesn't fit

 

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.

Author's Note

I'm not sure what I was thinking about. Actually, I'm not sure if I was thinking at all. Feel free to tell me what you think.

Reviews

[youngwriter222]

I really liked this poem. High school is hard when there are so many cliques. I am kind of the geeky one at but oh well, I don't like the preppy ones.
Great poem

[The Other Sarah]

I think it fits perfectly with how high school life really is. I can accually relate to it to. I'm just a plain wierdo! *Laughs* I loved it. I think you should write more.