I wrote this poem in response to the cliques I saw in my high school.

There is a barrier
That can not be crossed.
And it seperates
Your world from mine.
My world is harsh
While your world is kind.
In my world,
I don't have much,
But I work hard for all I have.
In your world
You work for nothing,
Yet have it all.
In your world you are popular.
In my world popularity does not exist.
In your world you have power.
In my world I need no power.
In your world,
You look down on people in my world.
In your world,
You think you are admired,
By people in my world.
You are wrong!
In my world,
We look down on you.
We hope not for your admiration.
So see,
We want the barrier
As bad as you.