Poetic Stories Prompt
Scandalous…
Usually 4 or more people who look the same, like cardboard cutouts of the unattainable that everyone else to a point wishes they could be. They walk through the halls as if they are the world revolving; the only things that truly matter in this life. When they talk to you for some reason your, life is made whole. If they talk about for some reason you wither and die, but at least your name fell from their lips; no matter if in a positive or negative inflection. They rule the social scene, popularity rises and falls with just a glance in any direction. These guys and gals with the perfect hair, teeth, smiles in your face; never wanting to take your place. Plastic personalities given free rein over the sway of the masses for no other reason than they may have something others don’t yet posses. Yet, what or who made them God’s gifts to the very grip of our humanity? Do we really want to be them that badly? Do we truly need their approval to mark our existence as valuable? Why then do we even care to be popular, its nothing more than a fleeting illusion, will their so called perfection last? Once this time of life is over will what they’ve said or done be of any true significance or reverence to you? Or is it just those of us who wishes we were them in this time of life that makes the popular crowd relevant at all!
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