The Beautifuls

The populars, the famous. The beautiful.

We know who they are.
They hold their heads high.
Their names on our lips.
They know we would die
To be one of them,
The few and the brave
Who proudly proclaim
The Beautiful name.

You see, the whole reason
We set out to do
Half of the things
We are not supposed to
Is because the Beautifuls,
Tall and proud,
Convince us that life
Should be wild and loud.

But the Beautiful people
We strive to be
Look on from afar
And hope to see
The regular people,
Which includes me,
Proving they aren't
Missing anything.