He is stuck.
Just stuck.
Stuck in the middle.
Between real friends and fake ones.
Ones who will understand him, and accept him for the real
him.
Ones who will not understand him, and accept him for the fake
him.
He was so confused.
He wanted something.
He really wanted it.
He wanted popularity.
The decision
was hard.
Yet, he chose so quickly.
He left those who loved him.
He left those who cared for him.
He left those who accepted him.
He left the real him.
He chose
popularity.
