Poem "Social Suicide"

I used to want to fit in, and to be popular. But I realized as I grew up that popularity (at my school anyways) just meant you were an asshole, So here's a poem I wrote called social suicide :P hope you guys like it and give me criticism (pweeeez *pouty face*) ahahaha "The physical appearance of the please will not change my answer." Sorry. movie quote ;P

So you wanna be popular?
Ain't that a joke.
Surrounded by girls
Whos perfume makes you choke.
All giggling and laughing
At someone elses pain
So tell me,
Being popular,
What is there to gain?
Fake friends that'll turn on you
When you least expect?
Who'll spit venom in your face
And wrap ropes 'round your neck.
Sorry honey
But this is social suicide
So stop wishing for bullets
Take your heart
And hide.