They are the only ones who judge me. I am the only one that disregards them. Three self-conscious teens who are insecure and ignorant. Three within a crowd of hundreds. Three self-conscious teens with brains as smart as a potato. Three who are vocal, others following behind.
Their strength is powerful. They torment others by spreading rumors. They go from clique to clique trying to make each and every individual feel less about themselves. This is how they live.
Let one forget his reason for being, they’d all walk up and down the halls begging for popularity and acknowledgment. Click, Click, Click their heels thump loudly. They laugh.
When they are too weak and too lonely to keep clicking, when I am confident and laughing, that is when they aren’t important. When there's nothing left to hear. Three who grew up and matured ever so blindly. Three who have forgotten. Three who will always be the Three self-conscious teens.