Not told that it was easy

I've lived a life hungry and waiting for more experiences.

In the past, I've settled for the obligatory

which was intruded by supremacy

and polluted nonchalantly by society.

I used to try my hardest everyday to try and be apart of it all

but there was always a downfall.

I knew I was either too skinny or not skinny enough.

It didn't make sense to me in the beginning,

this whole fitting in thing.

But after a few years, it all added up.

Judgement.

I always see it in those books and

wonder why I can't take pride in how I look.

Even if I wanted to,

there is always that piece of me

that feels trapped in the monotony

that is my life.

We all have this perception about our physicality.

how good it should be not worried about the amount of injury

it causes.

If you had told anyone that they were going to be born into

this type of society,

they would've left with their sobriety and their integrity.

Now, I might be wrong about this entire aspect,

possibly over analysing,

but if you look deeper in the poetry,

you'll realise that you are part of this harsh community.