We never stop laughing
Except to complain about life
For just a few minutes
Then we laugh about it.
A group of crazy teenaged girls
Squawking like a bunch of hens.
Singing and dancing,
Laughing as though we have no cares,
Though our shoulders are screaming in pain
From the weight of the world.
Mature far beyond our years,
Yet innocent and naïve.
We amuse ourselves
By amusing each other
And talk about topics
That no normal people would discuss.
We’re the black sheep on the farm,
The leaders of the outcasts.
We are swans in a pond full of ducklings,
So ugly, that we are beautiful.
We fight a never-ending battle
And we can’t seem to determine
Whether we are going to come out on top.
But even when this wicked world
Turns its back on us,
Our group of popular geeks
Is still laughing at life
Together.