The fashion industry.

by FlirtingWithDeath   Jul 14, 2006


All the Goths have their style
All the preps have their jackets.
All the nerds have their own thing
By that I mean suspenders and pocket protectors.
So what do I have?
Just ripped up jeans,
Clothes falling apart,
I am placed in a certain spot
On this high school scale of what is cool
And what is not.

Oh how I wish to be one of
The cool kids
Oh how I wish to be placed
Higher on the scale.
Separated from my lack of clothes
How I hate the fashion
That has grown.

I am not cool
Because of my clothes
The girls say I am pretty
But that is not enough,
I sit at the lunch table
All by myself
I watch the Goths kids talk
As they are dressed in black
From head to toe.

The popular kids
Have expensive jeans
Their purses are outrages
I bet the cost more than just plain me.

I have just one thing to say
And mean it with all my heart,
Damn you kids and damn
The fashion industry.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Lost & Delirious

    This is an honest poem and I love that. You truly expressed your thoughts about the fashion industry, and I think many of us can relate to that. It's true, fashion can be harsh, even if it looks pretty and amazing.

    Sometimes I feel like you, I'm not happy with my clothes or my lifestyle. I don't think I belong. I feel like a loser.

    This is my favorite part of your poem:

    I am not cool
    Because of my clothes
    The girls say I am pretty
    But that is not enough,

    Especially the last line, I always feel like...it's never enough.

    Great job!

    Keep writing.

    XoXo
    Gaby

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