Poems (English/Dutch)

8. A poem for society.

Dear society,

You told her if she wore that dress,
She'd be prettiest of all.
You told her to wear high heels,
Because she needed to be tall.

You told her how to cut her hair,
And how much skin to show.
You told her exactly what to wear"
'Trust me", because I know.

You told her if she wanted boys,
She had to change her ways.
You told her to wear make-up,
Because plain skin's not okay.

You told her who she could love,
That anything different was wrong.
But you made her feel secluded,
Like she would never belong.

She hated wearing dresses,
And she couldn't walk in high heels.
She couldn't live to your standards,
And all of your ideals.

So you told her what she felt,
Was the furthest from the truth,
She couldn't be depressed,
Because she was in her youth.

You told her she was a freak,
That she never would fit in.
But then you told her nothing,
As she pressed a blade up to her skin.

And once she had decided,
That you would tell her nothing more,
You wish you'd told the truth,
As she collapsed onto the floor.

She didn't need the make-up,
That just being her was fine,
She could wear what made her happy,
That she could not be defined.

Then when you came to realise,
That she never knew you cared,
You wish you'd have told her,
The world was better with her there.

Yours sincerely,
Me