Social Status

The elegant grace you carry yourself with is just a lie, to try and bring others down, to make yourself seem better. As you walk threw the halls at school thinking everybody likes you, thinking that your the most popular person do you ever stop to think about the others that you bring down. Does it make you feel better knowing that you picked on that girl so bad, that now she doesn't eat, and shes in the hospital in room 117, slowly dieing because you brought her to such a self conscious state. Or the boy that everyday cuts his arm hoping to bleed away the pain, because you mock him everyday. I hope you realize what you do, not everybody wants to be like you, maybe someday you'll realize that the high status you call popularity may get you by in high school, but never in the real world, there is more out there.