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I curse the popular group,
Wanting their status
To burst into flames
As they're put to shame,
But I want to be just like them.
I want the power
They have where I show off
Every single hour.

Isn't that hypocritical?
Irrational so to speak?
How could I seek something
When I bash people
For having the things
I want, wouldn't you call
That the definition of jealousy?

Look no further,
There's no better
Example of how this emotion
Is expressed than the confession
You're about to hear.

People told me to reflect
On my desires, especially this friend
Who's carefully inspected my every motive,
And told me that if I were to fight
For popularity, I should do it
With authenticity, whatever that means,
But I guess she means through honesty
And as morally as possible instead
Of doing whatever it takes.

This can only mean one thing,
I must prove that I deserve
It, and only then can I preserve
The status once it's acquired.

Even though I find her words upsetting,
I can't deny that they're inspiring
As they keep me grounded
And tethered to my sanity,
So I don't lose my mind
In this quest that shall test
The type of person I am.

I see what the populars do,
They copy each other,
And interestingly enough,
They think they're so tough
To the point of arrogance,
Where they claim
To be everyone's superior
With no better way
To express it than shaming.

How can that be?
Can't they see that they're wrong
Before they create a long,
Yet empty speech about their status?

Who knows what they've done
During their rise to greatness?
Who knows if they are honest
About what they tell to the press?
For all I know, they could've
Brought so many people down
In their rise to power
And passed it off as fun and games
Even in this very hour.

But either way,
They don't care about you,
They don't care if you had a bad day,
And they don't even care if you hate them,
'Cause as long as they have the attention,
Their happiness is fueled.

My friend asked me if that's what I wanted,
Forced me to think carefully,
And now that I think about it,
I don't want to be the person
Whose only purpose
Is to use people as my source
Of power until they're useless to me.

I'd rather inspire others,
Not bring people down
And say that I own
The entire world,
What I want to do is make sure
Everyone sets a goal for themselves
As they pursue their passions
By working to their full potential.

It's best to do this by heart,
That's how I must start
My quest for greatness,
And once I reach the top,
I want to inspire others to do the same.

I may curse the popular group,
And at the same time, want their power,
But I got to prove that I deserve
The same title as them instead
Of being a jealous mess.