Me vinny megan and jamesel wrote this one line at a time

This is the group the fre@ks at our school,
all those preppy Normie's are all fools,
we're nobody's b1 tch but we are outcasts,
we aren't popular we get picked last.
we're chicken soup for the teenage soul,
you'd think our hearts were as black as coal,
don't think about it don't have a cow,
making sense none of us know how.
the rest of this poem I'm making on my own,
while the rest are reading or are on the phone,
i feel left out i guess I'm the only one who cares,
i write poems while they mess with each others hair.
i thought it'd be fun to do a group rhyme,
but it seems like the rest wont waste their precious time.
so i will finish this poem i will sit tall and proud,
but since I'm in the library i wont do it loud,
I'll end it by saying I'm lonely and cupids an @ss,
i bet his next arrow will run through me and pass.