Clods

When I'm feeling angry

I join up with the squad

And we all agree to say

That everyone's a clod

I am quite the introvert 

and people think me odd

But they don't know my opinion of them 

Because they are all clods

I see people gossip about me

 Saying false information with a nod

But I don't let their lies phase me

Since I know that they're just clods

Yet they voted me most intelligent

And my appearance is not a facade

But the school body makes fun of me

This justifies that they're clods

But I know that they're just jealous

Because I'm not a fraud 

So I am happy being me

Instead of a lumpy clumpy clod

This poem is about: 
Me

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