Tinted love

She was confident, beautiful, intelligent and unique. She held her head high and didn't take no as an answer. She was strong, she was brave. As she enters a room full of people not one dared to talk. She could kill with a single stare and scared many in a not so bad way. She was a feminist.

He kept to himself, always kept his hood up, avoided stares and sat in the back of the class. He was mysterious and quiet. He was invisible. He was special. He was what you would call ' different '. He always wore black and had a little ring around his lip. He was himself.

She became quiet and misunderstood. She became hurt and scared. She no longer understood what the world was. She could no longer be happy. She couldn't handle the pain her classmates have her. She couldn't bear to be alive anymore. She began to hate herself.

I guess that's just was society does to people like you and me.