Okay, so this isn't really a poem. I just thought I should say thank you because SOCIETY TRENDED! How is that even possible? I know some of you make think it's not a big deal, but to me it is. I've always been a person in the shadows, I was bullied and taunted for the things I liked because they were different. Things a kid normally doesn't like. Society (heheh word play) puts up these walls and only lets us in if we have a VIP pass. Well, I didn't. I was asked to choose a stereotype and I choose none because stereotypes aren't real. They're just illusions from society that we created to make ourselves less confused. I'll most likely have a poem about stereotypes some time soon, but that's not what I'm here for.

Thank you for making 'Society' trend and thank you for your lovely comments! They're so amazing to read and I love you all! <3 I came on this site only to follow some people who's poems inspired me, I didn't know that when I put my own poems out for the world to see that I'd get this feedback! Thank you so much and keep doing you, boo! <3

Society tells us to be pretty is to be thin,

but why does it feel like we're wearing no skin?

Society tells us to be smart we have to have a heart,

but why are we slowly falling apart?

Society tells us to live is to feel,

but how come we feel like we're starting to peel?

Society tells us that life should be good,

then why do we feel so misunderstood?

Your arms are covered with scars, but I love you.

Your heart is tainted, but I love you.

Your mind is filled with darkness much deeper than mine, but I love you.

Your soul is broken beyond repair, but I love you.

Although you don't notice my constant stare or believe that we're the perfect pair, I love you.

And to think that someone broke you once ago makes me feel like I'm choking on the very air that fills my lungs day after day.

Some may thing that love is blind, personally I think we're too kind.

To kind to let beautiful people waste their time on hopeless, charity cases like ourselves.

To kind to give any love to ourself and instead project it from our tainted soul.

To kind to let people know about our daily struggle so instead we silently stumble.

Your arms are covered with scars, but I love you.

Your heart is tainted, but I love you.

Your mind is filled with darkness much deeper than mine, but I love you.

Your soul is broken beyond repair, but I love you.*

You're too kind, but still I love you.

Broken hearts and crying eyes,

do you not understand why?

You said you loved me

or so I thought, maybe it

was a long shot.

I'm a six and you're a ten,

I guess all light comes to an end.

Looking at your pics again,

wishing we could at least be friends.

I understand now, everything bends.