In this world of trade
All that matters..is your grade.

People don't see who you are.
But they don't fail to notice the size of your car..

They don't care what good you do..
But ask you the price of your shoe..

They don't know your past..
But don't fail to criticize till the last..

They don't see past the popular crowd..
Thinking they would make them proud..

But do they know there is so much more..
Under the stones and behind the beautiful shore..

The real talent.. They don't know..
Will make the appearance at the last of the show..

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I want to dedicate this poem to officialfuryevans because he is an awesome writer and an awesome person in general.

Hope you all liked the poem..:)