Welcome To Society.

I am an echo of everything I lack, nothing more than a shack for broken tools and unwanted toys i am a whisper. I crawl across cracked lips until I wither into a bored conversation piece between friends. And if I scream my voice cannot be heard. It flew away with the birds that refused to get their wings clipped, because when I dipped my hands into the horizon, I thought it would widen the scriptures of the lines on my wrist. I thought I'd learn to embrace every fallacy in my blood, but I didn't. I am still stuck on repeat. Depleating my body of compliments. Taking in the insults. And I can't complain if this only results in pain. Because when society said; "You are not beautiful." People agreed. How many times have you been called worthless. And forgot to ask worthless than what. A preconceived idea of what a human should be. As if a world of individuals should be judged by the same means. How many times have you been called ugly or fat only to see yourself skipping your next meal or