DEAR SOCIETY,

WHY AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH?

WHY DO I HAVE TO CONCEAL WHO I AM AND WHAT I TRULY FEEL JUST TO PRETEND IN FRONT OF THOSE WHO ARE ALREADY FEIGNING IT. FOR YOU HAD ONCE SAID 'FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT', RIGHT?

WHEN DID MOCKING AND MAKING A LAUGHING STOCK OF SOMEONE ON THEIR PREFERENCES BECOME THE NEW LEVEL OF HUMOR?

WHY TO BE CALLED BEAUTIFUL, I NEED TO HAVE BIG BUTTS AND BUST, THAT SO, IRONICALLY ALIGNED BY A STOMACH THAT'S BARELY EVEN THERE ...WHEN DID THIS BECOME THE DEFINITION OF BEAUTY?

WHY SHOULD MY BODY BE PAINTED IN A LIGHTER SHADE OF COMPLEXION FOR BEING ANY DARKER IS LOOKED DOWN UPON?

WHY WITH EVERY BREATHE I INTAKE IT FEELS LIKE I NEVER RELEASED THE ONE BEFORE, FOR I FEEL THOSE CHILLS AND SHUDDERS OF ANXIETY ITCHING TO MAKE THEIR PRESENCE KNOWN?

WHY DO I FEEL THESE MALEVOLENT HANDS OF DEPRESSION CLAWING AT MY NECK AS IF TO SQUEEZE THE VERY LAST DROPS OF HAPPINESS FROM MY BODY?

THOSE DEMONS LURKING AROUND ME, READY TO POUNCE ON ANY CHANCE THEY GET.

WHY THIS THROBBING PAIN IN MY HEAD KEEPS REMINDING ME OF THE MENTAL CAGE I HAVE CREATED INSIDE, FOR I STILL FEEL THE NEED TO HIDE MYSELF IN A CLOSET.

WHERE HAS THAT SELF-CONFIDENCE GONE?

WHY THE ONLY BACKGROUND MUSIC I CAN HEAR IN MY HEAD NOWADAYS IS THE SCREECHING VOICES OF FACELESS HEADS TELLING ME, NO, YELLING MY SHORTCOMINGS, OF HOW I WILL NEVER BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYONE NOT EVEN MYSELF?

WHY THE ONLY MEMORIES I REMEMBER ARE THE ONES THAT KEEP ME AWAKE AT NIGHT FOR THOSE RECURRING NIGHTMARES HAVE NOW TURNED INTO MY DAILY REALITY?

WHY WITH EVERY STEP I TAKE, THE ONLY THOUGHT THAT LINGERS AROUND IS 'SHOULD THIS BE MY LAST...OR IS IT EVEN WORTH IT?'

DEAR SOCIETY, CONSIDER THIS LETTER AS A CRY OF HELP, A WAKE-UP CALL EVEN, FOR YOU TO LOOK AROUND AND REALIZE THAT IT IS ALREADY ENOUGH,

THAT I DON'T NEED TO HIDE MYSELF IN THAT WITHERING MASK ANYMORE,

THAT ALL SIZES, COLORS, AND GENDERS ARE BEAUTIFUL IN THEIR OWN UNIQUE WAY,

THAT ITS PERSONALITY THAT MATTERS AND NOT JUST YOUR OUTWARD APPEARANCE,

DEAR FRIEND IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO CUT DOWN THOSE DEVIL'S HORNS, AND RECLAIM THE HALO WHOSE EXISTENCE WAS LONG FORGOTTEN.

BY,

ALL THOSE WHO ARE SUFFERING.