Broken

Society

Dear society, 

Why are you like this?

Why are we like this?

Why...

Dear society, 

To succeed in this world, you must be like Barbie. Perfect, Flawless, Blonde, Tall, Blue eyes, Skinny... 

but, most people aren't like Barbie. 

They're normal. And when you are normal, people make don't care about you. They make you feel worthless, terrible, horrible, hopeless.

And you know what? 

People say "be yourself", people say "you're perfect the way you are", people say this, people say that... but in reality, they don't care. They don't see that they are the ones causing your pain. 

I find it funny how you tell him that "every girl is beautiful the way they are, so don't judge." and then the very next day you look at that girl and turn to your friend and say "ew, what is she wearing?!" 

I find it funny how easily I tell people "don't judge." and then- I do. I judge. I look at that girl, and I will turn to my friend and say, "ew who does she think she is?" 

I know I am not perfect, but yet I judge. 

We all judge.
We all are idiots. 

Losers. 

Judgmental. 

Jerks. 

Hypocrites.

Because we think we matter more than anyone else on this planet. We only care for ourselves, for the one and only...moi. 

Society kills. 

It takes many innocent lives. 

But what is society? 

Society is you. 

Society is me. 

Society.
Is.
Us. 

We are society. We are killers. We are ruiners of dreams... hope... life. 

We are society.

Dear society,

Do you ever get the feeling of giving up because you're never good enough for anything? 

Do you cry yourself to sleep at night because you can't stand the pain anymore?

Do you ever turn to drugs and abuse to get away?

I've done bad things recently. 

The pain from Trevor is only getting worst. 

But I need him. 

I want him. 

He loves me...

The taunts from Brittani has shifted from me to... her. 

I watch as she taunts her and mentally ruins her. 

I watch as she cries in the bathroom.

I'm a bad ex-best friend. 

But, Society, you're worst.