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 Critical cliques