Dear society,
You told her if she wore that dress,
She'd be the prettiest of all.
You told her she should wear high heels,
Because they would make her tall.
You told her how to have her hair,
And how much skin to show.
You told her exactly what to wear.
Trust me, because I know.
She hated wearing dresses,
And she couldn't walk in heels.
She couldn't live to your standards,
And all of you ideals.
So you told her she was a 'freak'
And that she'd never fit in.
But then you said nothing,
As she put a blade to her skin.
You should of told her that,
Se didn't need the make-up
Because being her was fine
She could wear what made her happy,
And she shouldn't be defined.
But when you came to realise,
That she never knew you cared.
You that you'd of told her,
The world was better with her there.