Why I Hate Society

Why I Hate Society.

Let me preface this by saying this is my least thought out 'poem' yet.  I would consider it more of a rant than a poem, but after getting to know the third person to inspire this rant, I was finally pushed into writing it.  

How can I hate something I am a part of?
Because as a single middle-class individual I have little-to-no say in the persona of 'society'
If society were a person, I (in this present moment, atleast) would barely represent a stitch deciding the color of clothing it is wearing, but I'm getting off topic.

Like everyone who isn't rich to the point they can buy anything they mislabel as a need as it pops into their head, I have minor complaints about how things are done - but those are generally jealous complaints about why I'm not as successful as people higher up, this has nothing to do with those problems with society.  The only way I can completely describe my meaning is moreso to describe what forced me to write it.

I know three different girls who are the greatest people on this planet.  They are beautiful, smart, sweet, and every other trait an amazing person possesses.

My first light in the abyss that is societal problems was hearing that the sweetest, nicest, and most innocent person I know had cut herself because of people bullying her.  I honestly couldn't understand how someone could push another human being to that extreme, whether they knew it or not (they didn't - I believe I'm the only person she has told).  Luckily after the first time she realized hurting herself was not going to help her feel better, but most people that start this terrible habit don't figure that out unfortunately.

The second girl had a similar problem, however her bullying began for a different reason.  She had missed months of school due to a disease that left her in the hospital, unable to do much of anything.  She was bullied because she had gained a bit of weight due to not being able to get out of bed.  The bullying on top of catching up with school just so she could move on to the next grade in time and recovering led to her cutting herself, in secret, for about 3 months.  I've seen her scars - and it's honestly one of the most depressing sights I've seen once I learned the cause.  She's scared to wear sleevless clothing, go swimming, ect. because people might see her scars and judge her.

This third story is the worst, and I'm not even sure if she would want it shared, even without a name attached, but it pushed me over the top and made the problems all to real, so I hope atleast one other person can take from this as I did.  She was also bullied, but to a much further extreme.  She, like the other two, had cut herself to cope.  Eventually that didn't help as much and she began taking sleeping pills to numb the pain (emotional, not physical).  When she had had enough she decided she just wasn't made to be on this planet, that she was a mistake and attempted to take her life.  She has tried 4 times and I thank God that she has failed each time, because the fact that she is able to forgive the people that bullied her proves she has the sweetest heart that I've ever come by.  

Those three stories should be complete fiction, I shouldn't be allowed to pass them as real events, we, as humans, shouldn't be able to do that to one another.  And I know that there are worse things going on in the world. Revolutions, wars, serial killers, unjust governments are all immensely horrible, but because I haven't seen or experienced those things first hand, they seem unreal and just statistics to me, while these three people have cried while telling me what had happened, have shown me scars and razors, have made the harsh news stories of bully-induced suicides and depression a dark reality.

So the call to action is just be wary of the effects of every action you do.  To risk sounding to preachy, the person you make fun of in school could have family problems and your thoughtless words could cause him or her to break.  This person could be the person who would eventually find a 100% perfect cancer cure, or be the next Michael Jackson, and because of our unforgiving society they give up before they are able to show the world that they do in fact deserve the breath they are given, so just be careful.