You're so misunderstood.

I'm so sorry.

Pepperoni kings and cheesy queens

think they can walk all over you.

They share fake smiles but don't give you

a seat at the lunch table.

They flaunt their popularity

while you walk with your head down.

They use their burnt edges and jealousy

to distract from your beauty,

to hide your bright yellow shine

and your sweet, juicy flavor.

But they will never compare.

You are the perfect addition

to any slice of a piece of life.

You are more than any other 

classmate of yours. You work well 

in groups of either two or three.

But you never get any credit for 

your contributions. You don't work for praise.

And you are definitely not a crowd favorite.

You are my little secret, my partner in crime,

the one I defend to all of the bullies.

And I always will.

So come sit with me, Pineapple,

we will face this world together.