Poem: To Those Who Couldn't Endure

I knew a jolly genial boy,
He wore a mask and pretended joy,
He was deemed a waste,
A worthless brain,
Once stole a chance of solitude,
And no one heard from him again.

There was this endowed girl,
But in the marks race, she couldn't unfurl.
She had the answer, which was a pill,
And from that day she is forever still.
Her mother had lost her pride.
"The numbers gulped her", she cried.

Another boy was a musician.
Yet was forced for the doctor ignition.
With so much trauma, he couldnt cope,
And had his way with the peril rope.

Amongst the other victims was this juvenile,
Was adrift for not self but the gentry too guile,
With societal conjectures she couldn't subsist,
For her name wasnt there on the worthiness "merit list".

Now this social dismay was a loser chagrin
Elephantine bulk, such a bloated skin!
Was pushed around, bullied, tormented, traced,
Slenderness was his only crave.
Wanted to be spindly but wasn't so brave,
And ultimately gestured to an open grave.

One last case about this girl,
Drowning in blues with no saviour,
She was ill, not physically,
And then who did care for the other kind?
She chose the apparent easy way out,
Turned lifeless but her soul did shout.
She slashed across her precious veins.
The scarlet tears had her stained.
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So don't condemn us if the future goes wrong,
For its your gift that we'll endure lifelong.
Now one concluding question to my fellows all bright,
Do I end my life if I lose marks slight ?
Is it valued more than my mother's plight?
So what if I am obese?
Am I not entitled unpestered mental peace?
What am I gonna be, will the mob decide?
Or will you let me be my own guide?

Oh I beg you, please don't force me day to night, in every state,
Oh I beg you, please don't force me to chance on my fate!