Expression.
It’s all in how we look,
How we act.
Society.
Limits our expression,
Shows us what we can and can’t be.
Women.
We are told to be perfect,
Told what to look like and how to act.
Each day, something new is added
whether it is something to be skinnier,
Or something to change our face.
We are roped into a battle,
Being dragged by society's standards.
The words used are like guns.
Each hurtful phrase heard
is like a bullet tearing through the heart.
It hurts to hear society’s views,
Society’s opinions.
What do we follow?
We are told to be ourselves,
But who is that?
Ourselves. Myself. Yourself.
The people we are trying to figure out.
The people who we want to find,
But can’t.
We are pressured and indoctrinated with styles,
With trends,
With things that are “normal.”
Normal.
What is Normal?
Who came up with this silly term?
Normal.
Something everyone is striving to be,
But lose themselves trying to find.
Something everyone longs to be called,
Even if it hurts their reality.
Something everyone is forced into,
With nobody knowing the true outcome.
Weird.
Is what people think when they see people who are not “normal.”
People who do not fit society’s standards,
Society’s expression.
What people don’t see, is the happiness.
The people who you deem “not normal,”
Have found themselves.
Have found who they truly are,
Happiness.
Is what you get when you finally find yourself,
When you can express who you are freely,
Without fear of being hurt, or judged.
Happiness.
Is what you get when everyone is equal,
When everyone was the same rights,
Without loopholes and sly backdoors.
Happiness,
is you.
Who you are.
Not society’s view,
But your own expression.
You.
Who is Free.
Who is Joyful.
You, who is Happy.
Writing a poem for my English class,
still in the editing process, but I like where it is now, so I figured I'd post it :)
