Society
Girl
In short black dress
Standing infront
Of un wanting crowds
Staring through
Her soul
Dismissed
They look with judgement
Seeping through
Dark eyes
Jeering at her misguided mind
Perfect?
Ha! she'll never be
Far to different
This one is
They surround her
Like predator with its prey
Looking closely
At the imperfection
That leaks
From misformed body
Twisted soul
Prodding at scars on skin
"What is this we have?...
Pain inside got to much?
Had to show for all to see?
Attention seeker we have here"
They turn to dark whirlwind
Surrounding her fragile being
Keeled over on judgement
So harsh
Even her utmost strength
Is ripped aghast
It echoes in her head
Imperfect
Injured
Flawed
Disfigured
Impure
Falling to her knees
The dark whirlwind
Encloses with ease
Obscuring sane thoughts
Hate within spawns
She tries to rise
Knocked down again
Second time
Knocked down
Third
Knocked
After hundreds of tries
The will to give up
Arises
But again once more
She rises
Up on shaking legs
The whirlwind disappears
Far off they still stand
Judging
Jeering
Demeaning
Her being
But Far to different
This one is
Conformed by the norm
She'll never be
To free to be caged
To wild to be kept
Freedom from the mould
She truly is
Turning her back
Valiantly on societies
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