There are no cliques anymore

No cliques of the same people 

No people in one singular clique

Its chaos 

Running around

Trying to find a group 

Before it shuts and closed

The kids in high school 

Can dress in whatever jeans 

Whatever shoes

Whether Gucci or target

But can equally be judged

No sense of uniformity 

People wear their doc martens 

The hair I see is an array of colors

Probably done at home

Same with the bangs

And the wolf cuts 

And the buzz cuts

You can never guess 

What the person beside you 

Is listening to 

Music genres are infinite 

I knew of basics like 

Rock

Classical

Folk 

Country

But now genres can be spread 

Across nations

 through your phone 

K-pop

Nightcore

Spotify is truly a gift

Creating cliques of community 

Around an artist

My phone is a gift 

And a curse

Tik Tok 

A new trend 

That’s probably destructive

Or vandalism 

But funny nonetheless 

The stall doors are missing 

The sinks are broken 

We dance 

And sway 

Everything is funny 

Everything is ironic 

Everything is a distraction

An escape 

But it’s funny 

It's impossible to categorize us 

We are nothing 

And everything to each other