All everyone ever saw was her eyebrows too thin, hips too wide, nose too round, ears too pointy, hair too short, fingers too long, eyes too small, feet too big.

Everyone saw her isolating herself.

No one realized she did try talking to other people only to choke on her own voice.

All everyone ever thought was she only wanted attention.

In reality she isolated herself to get away from the crowd.

She wanted to escape from the pressure.

All it did was make her feel suffocated in open air.

They would torment her for staring out of the window rather then talking to people.

They weren’t able see that she was only trying to conceal her swollen eyes.

She flooded her room with tears every night.

They made fun of her for always listening to music.

Unable to understand at the time music was her only escape from the world that eat her alive.

They would laugh at her for always carrying a notebook.

Never would they have understood she would pour her soul out on paper.

Paper was the only thing, which would listen.

She got teased for always staying at home.

Little did anyone know she felt safe only at home.

They all had a prejudice against the scars on her forearms.

It was her only way to relax herself, to feel pain, to know she truly existed.

They were her battle scars.

All they ever did was add on to the pain she already felt.

She had a childhood diminished from the beginning.

An identity lost due to corrupt minds.

Words, which stole her innocence away.

Today, they all stand hovering over her coffin.

Today, they finally looked past her flaws.

Finally realized that it was her thin eyebrows, wide hips, round nose, pointy ears, short hair, long fingers, small eyes and big feet that made her beautiful.

It took them too long to figure out their words had become the scars on her body

They found her heart blackened by their taunts.

Now they wish they could cram back the words which choked her.

They wish they could lie in the coffin with her.

They wish they could rip out their own hearts and give them to her.

Now, we all wonder who are “they”

The monsters under her bed or the voices inside of her head?

We say “they” are society.

But ever for a second have you given it a thought?

Who makes up the society?

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