It's just the simple things I think of...

Why?

In the end why does it matter,
Why does it matter if we were fat, ugly, smart, beautiful, dumb, skinny, athletic, non-athletic, perfect or non perfect?
It doesn't matter at all,
We are all the same,
We all have our insecurities,
Our doubts,
Our moments,
Our miseries.
Why, why do people get bullied, tortured and humiliated because of their flaws?
Don't we all have flaws?
Whether they be emotionally, physically or mentally.
Don't we all have them?
Why do we feel the need to point out others flaws? Is it to hide our own? Is it to forget our own?
Our flaws never changed, our insecurities never changed. They are never forgotten.
So why? Why is it so hard? Why is it so hard to accept them? To accept others? To just accept?
Why is it so hard?
Why.