There's a large crowd

and I'm in the back.

All preps and pretties

with beautiful bodies

are at the front.

The second crowd, 

only with men

hurry to find the prettiest girl

as they hurl 

their arms around her, 

as the faithful were ignored,

standing in the back

alone...

wishing... 

to be like them...

But...

A third crowd?

of guys?

why?

They reached over to

the unpopular?

me?

They fight through

the crowd.

Pushing people who

were in their way.

And that special guy I met

picked the best apple

from the tree.