The little people
How sad I feel for the little people of this world. The small, insignificant people who suffer from "I wish I had been popular/special/interesting" syndrome. These sad people try to fill there lives with meaningless little successes that the flaunt not on a daily basis, but an hourly near minute by minute basis. They find something that perhaps they're good at, most likely it's something that they're only alright at, and then surround themselves by people who have no skill in that area so that they might gain a bit of a glow from their adoring "fans", who themselves are suffering from the same syndrome but with even less talent or ambition than the person they're adoring so that they're left to be nothing but mere minions.
But to these people, these sad, truly pathetic people, they feel that it's alright to climb over the backs of their actual friends, just to gain more of these worthless minions. These true friends, who have been their for you, who themselves are much cooler than you and took you in, who didn't judge you like all the other people in the world have. And yet you go against them, you slap them in the face, spit on their shoes, stab them in the back and twist the knife just so that you can hear the cheers of your trivial little fan group.
I have a bit of news for these sad little people...you still don't matter. In fact you never will. You see you true actions are what defines you, and you have been defined and judged as unworthy. You had the chance by the friends that you had to prove your worth and have only succeeded in proving that you are still, in fact, an insignificant little person who will be forgotten the moment you walk around that corner. You are merely and annoying bump in the road of our lives. You're not needed nor wanted. But go on living in the world you've created for yourselves. Pour yourself another large glass of denial and belly up to the bar. You'll have to excuse us as the rest of us go out and actually contribute to the world instead of trying to leach off it. Out of the way, syndrome freaks, actual cool people coming through.
But to these people, these sad, truly pathetic people, they feel that it's alright to climb over the backs of their actual friends, just to gain more of these worthless minions. These true friends, who have been their for you, who themselves are much cooler than you and took you in, who didn't judge you like all the other people in the world have. And yet you go against them, you slap them in the face, spit on their shoes, stab them in the back and twist the knife just so that you can hear the cheers of your trivial little fan group.
I have a bit of news for these sad little people...you still don't matter. In fact you never will. You see you true actions are what defines you, and you have been defined and judged as unworthy. You had the chance by the friends that you had to prove your worth and have only succeeded in proving that you are still, in fact, an insignificant little person who will be forgotten the moment you walk around that corner. You are merely and annoying bump in the road of our lives. You're not needed nor wanted. But go on living in the world you've created for yourselves. Pour yourself another large glass of denial and belly up to the bar. You'll have to excuse us as the rest of us go out and actually contribute to the world instead of trying to leach off it. Out of the way, syndrome freaks, actual cool people coming through.