probably didnt

By Rini -

 

I was an arrogant boy

I knew that but didn’t change it

I like- no love myself

More than anyone else

 

Back when you confessed

It wasn’t a surprise

Everyone loves me and that’s a fact

For I'm the cool guy in a high school act

 

I was that handsome guy

In my previous school

But soon I had to change

And my popularity died

 

I didn’t like you

But accepted you

It was because you were popular

So that I can climb the social ladder

 

Soon my wish came true

But I missed a critical clue

I had to like you back

How did I miss that?

 

I probably didn’t like you

Didn’t even bother to

 

You weren’t my type

I didn’t like being seen with you

But I had to cuz we were

The popular couple

 

I wanted it to be secret

But you were a speaker

 

I thought maybe once you’re happy

I didn’t have to put so many

Efforts and can leave you to be

And enjoy my popularity

 

But I was wrong

The popularity I longed

Was soon slipping through

My fingers and it’s because of you

 

I was becoming the villain

And the player everyone hated

 

Your crocodile tears ruined my social life

And I planned to hate you for the rest of my life

 

my life here is ruined

and that’s because of you

now I have one more thing to do

and that is to ruin you

 

and that’s how I started planning

my remaining high school in this hellhole

where my initial plan backfired at me

and to everyone I am an ashhole

 

well am I really one? Because to me I was doing what I wanted to. I did everything I could to get everything I wanted. Is it my fault to want to be popular in a new school? Is it my fault i'm just trying my best? Is it my fault to plan for a social life I wanted? Is it my fault to tell a small lie?

 

I definitely don’t think it is. I don’t know why everyone makes a big deal out of it.

People lie all the time, why make a big deal out of it when I do it? The society was cruel to me even though I did  nothing of such sorts. I'm just a normal dude who wants to be popular and live a happy life. Why am I the villain? Ugh.

 

 ~The End~



yes it's your fault idiot. i know you all wanted to say that. and it is right. 


this poem is about an arrogant boy who didn't know how wrong and bad he was in his search of popularity. did he succeed? what do you think?

 

comment down belowwww!!!


okieee byeee


i love you,

Rini.



TDD- ten day diary

hiiiii. well, things happened. my dad is home, finally, after many moons. so glad he is here. love him.

oh and we are moving. definitely gonna write about that. also it rained cats and dogs the other day. its literally summer, if you remember. i mean now i do because its 40 degrees celsius again. hating the climate change. and whose fault is that? 


anyways, have a great juneee

happy pride month. and it's also men's mental health month. so check on your male friends (and everyone too dude). check on him. 


okie byeeee

i love youuuuu,

me.

 

 

 

Comments

  1. Anonymous13 June 2023 at 07:39

    Alright..bruh just wanted to be popular huh. He did succeed but eventually failed.
    And he still doesn't get why he's being hated..💀 yet he plans for a revenge. Wish I slapped him..🙂.
    Rini you have a few typos though I think you've checked it as many times as you could..🥲.

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