Society You told her that if she wore that dress, she'd be the prettiest of all. You told her she should 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'd have to change her ways. You told her to wear makeup, because plain skin is 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 heels. She couldn't live to your standards, and all of your ideals. So you told her what she felt, with the furthest from the truth. She couldn't be 'depressed', because she was in her youth. You told her she was a 'freak', and that she would never 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 wished you'd told the truth, And she collapsed onto the floor. She didn't need the makeup, 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 that you'd have told her, the world was better with her there.