The hallway splits when they come
Looking right in front of them
Not making any eye contact
Not even seeing there are other people around
The populars have entered the room
The stereotypical jocks and preps
Acting as if everyone else is beneath them
We look up to them
But hate them as the same time
The “popular” crowd
They are just full of hot air
Always causing drama and tears
To each other and those around them
They have no friends
And yet they are still called the populars
No one should have to be one of them
Hated and despised
No matter who they are