Hit Clique

 

In my former clique existence
I walked with arrogance

arm and arm
with the power

that strength in numbers bring

Top of the pyramid

looking down

of the unwashed masses

My overconfident

delusions of grandeur
began to change
when my circle of residence
shrank radically

Seems I was an expendable cog

in the members limited

faker than fake

Kool Kids Klub

So I was spit out

by the powers that be

like a rancid seed
and now find myself
alone in Society

with only my bitterness

to keep me company

At least this pain

of loneliness

I today feel

is the real deal 

No more empty

popularity for me