It’s something you sacrifice for them
What you’d do to help them along
Or do to teach them life’s lessons
It’s a game in between the games
When you decide to play along
Or decide to break the rules
It’s a fact no one will state
Where you pretend to like each other
Or pretend to even care
It’s a time they will remember
Why they arrived here even at all
Or arrived here to want to leave
It’s something you’ll keep inside
How knowing it’s better to keep quiet
Or knowing you’d lose the game
07.04.10
Unwritten Rules
Posted by Poetry Echoes at 7:38 PM
Labels: cliques, Poetry, popularity
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