ThemThem, high class, on top, never looking down.
Above all the others, wearing that imaginary crown.
Them, backstabbing lies, that judgmental tone.
Destroying others, always keeping their throne.
Me, ordinary, simple, not big in this world,
Just wanting to be cool, wanting to be heard.
Me, looking up at Them, an envious glare,
Wondering why the worlds not fair.
I struggled and fought, my way to the top,
Forgetting my old friends who now watch.
I could be with Them if I did what they told,
So I listened intently, and went down that road.
My old friends victims, of my new cruelty,
But I didn't give a second glance of who I came to be.
Who am I now? Who have I become?
The Me I once was is gone. Destroyed by their points of views.
The Me I was, left with my friends. So who am I now?
I am Them.