colors of society #wattys2017 [completed]

light pink.

They laugh at me because I'm different; I laugh at them because they're all the same.
- Kurt Cobain

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She hated school.
Hated how everyone was staring at the other.
Hated how everyone faked friendships.
Hated how everyone had to say something to everything.

Mostly she hated those pretty blond cheerleaders who would throw their heads back and laugh with their group of friends as if they hadn't a care in the world.

I would see her standing in the hallway desperately trying to cover every part of her, I would see her running up to her friends, acting as if she was the happiest person in the world.
But only I noticed how she would tuck the shelves of her shirt lower, afraid of showing skin.

In class, she would be sat in the back. She rarely got the chance to show her knowledge, ignored by teachers and students.
In class, she would sit and stay quite.
In class, she would sit and dream herself away.
In class, she would dream of herself as someone else.

When she was from any help they came to her, laughed with her but left her in the dust in a couple of seconds.
When she wasn't needed they would laugh AT her.
When she wasn't needed they would make fun of her skin.
When she wasn't needed they would make fun of her full lips.
When she wasn't needed they would call her evil and bad because of chocolate like skin.

When she wasn't needed she would believe them.
When she wasn't needed she hated herself even more.

I would stand meters away and not understand how she couldn't see her beauty that outshone all those of the others.

She wasn't the slimmest.
She wasn't the prettiest nor the sportiest.
She wasn't light and she wasn't blond.

But who said you would have to be any of these things to be considered beautiful?

Only society.
But were we born to please it?