No Escape

I'm not the girl I used to be,
I used to be free.
I didn't care what anyone thought,
I used to be me.

Society tells us to be ourselves,
And the judges us when we do.
There's no way to win anymore,
What monsters have we become?

Judging people on how they look,
When we know nothing about them.
All we see are the clothes, face and hair,
No qualities- not even a name.

And then we wonder why it happens,
Suicide and self harm.
They feel they're just not good enough,
And they let the bad people win.

And who are the bad people?
Why it's ourselves of course.
The hell we create drags us all in,
And there's no escape.

© Emily Hay 22/12/2012