Popularity Is Deceptive

Outskirts of the eye,
you have it all together,
grade school--
beauty seems to be
The only factor
birds of a feather-
flock together,
in crowd-
I guess you have 
it made forever,

Until one day
Daddy loses his job,
You move to the projects
Without warning your house
Gets robbed,
You definitely don't
want to put your 
pride to the side,
So you cant tell
the cool kids where 
you reside,
Head hurt
Emotions high
Now you need 
a friend ,
Can't tell the cool kids
that's like committing 
a sin,
Mental depression starts 
to settle within
You wouldn't be alone
If you didn't try so hard
To fit in...