When you hear the word Popular,
What's the first thing you think of?
Someone who you can see before they even walk into the room
Popularity is being well known,
for good,
or for worse
Your actions and you as a person gets passed around fast,
Faster than you can begin to pass them around yourself
But being well known,
does not mean being good
Some people are popular
because they’re full of love,
because they’re easy to get along with
because kindness radiates from them
like a heater.
And some people…
some people are wicked.
Full of hateful words and nice excuses.
Often Popular despite their cruelty,
and their actions are protected because of it.
We pretend popularity is black and white.
Good people always smile.
Bad people make your day last a while.
Because some of the most wicked people can make you laugh the loudest,
and bring you joy.
And when you’re popular,
no one questions the hurt caused to the people around you.
They don’t care
when someone else cries.
They don’t care
as long as the pain doesn’t reach
their favorite people.
Popularity comes in all shapes and forms--
a small circle,
or a swarm.
A swarm of followers
who mistake ignorance with loyalty
and loyalty with silence.
People who see no wrong in others actions
because seeing wrong is the same as
Standing alone,
And suddenly, being loved
has nothing to do with being right.
Even the most depressing creatures
with the most unprepossessing features
Are treasured like someone worth something,
and it’s all because they’re popular.
It doesn’t matter what you do
when your influence is bigger than your actions
It doesn’t matter who you hurt
if your image speaks for you first.
You don’t have to be have brains
You don’t have to have knowledge.
You just have to be what the world wants you to be
And that might be the issue,
Crumbling up peoples feelings and throwing them out like used tissues
Maybe the world should take a look at someone else’s point of view.
And listen to me, Mr. Nobody who barely got the grasp of popularity
I could try to speak out,
But they wouldn’t hear me even if I shout
But it’s just open ignorance,
Caused by hyper-fixating on popularity.
What's the first thing you think of?
Someone who you can see before they even walk into the room
Popularity is being well known,
for good,
or for worse
Your actions and you as a person gets passed around fast,
Faster than you can begin to pass them around yourself
But being well known,
does not mean being good
Some people are popular
because they’re full of love,
because they’re easy to get along with
because kindness radiates from them
like a heater.
And some people…
some people are wicked.
Full of hateful words and nice excuses.
Often Popular despite their cruelty,
and their actions are protected because of it.
We pretend popularity is black and white.
Good people always smile.
Bad people make your day last a while.
Because some of the most wicked people can make you laugh the loudest,
and bring you joy.
And when you’re popular,
no one questions the hurt caused to the people around you.
They don’t care
when someone else cries.
They don’t care
as long as the pain doesn’t reach
their favorite people.
Popularity comes in all shapes and forms--
a small circle,
or a swarm.
A swarm of followers
who mistake ignorance with loyalty
and loyalty with silence.
People who see no wrong in others actions
because seeing wrong is the same as
Standing alone,
And suddenly, being loved
has nothing to do with being right.
Even the most depressing creatures
with the most unprepossessing features
Are treasured like someone worth something,
and it’s all because they’re popular.
It doesn’t matter what you do
when your influence is bigger than your actions
It doesn’t matter who you hurt
if your image speaks for you first.
You don’t have to be have brains
You don’t have to have knowledge.
You just have to be what the world wants you to be
And that might be the issue,
Crumbling up peoples feelings and throwing them out like used tissues
Maybe the world should take a look at someone else’s point of view.
And listen to me, Mr. Nobody who barely got the grasp of popularity
I could try to speak out,
But they wouldn’t hear me even if I shout
But it’s just open ignorance,
Caused by hyper-fixating on popularity.
