Bullying…You hear the word and you don’t really think twice about it. You think “Oh yeah this is a real issue, what ever.” You probably think it isn’t a big deal, or maybe you think, “Hey, that sucks, I really care.” And then never think about it again. Some people might just say it’s ridiculous and walk away not giving a care in the world. Me, I care. People don’t know how bad it hurts to be bullied until it happens to them.
I remember being in school, it was fine until my 7th grade year of middle school. People picked on me and picked on me, they continuously attacked my insecurities without a care. No one understood me; No one cared how they hurt me. I was alone, with no friends, just the stabs of cruel words people over-generously threw at me.
I was accused of being too sensitive, and I was told that I needed to build some skin and deal with it. It was hard to deal with, and no one seemed to understand that. It isn’t easy to be the new kid in school, and it isn’t easy to be an outcast that no one likes. I never wanted to be like anyone else, I wanted to be me, whoever that was.
I guess no one ever really knows who they are, I mean you can have a general idea, but are you ever really going to know exactly who you are in every possible perspective? I don’t think so. I know who I am for the most part; I know what I believe in and what I’m against. I know what I want out of life, and how I want to be treated. I know that I like to treat people the way I would want them to treat me, and I know what kind of person I am. I think I’m a good person; I’ve always tried to be a good person, even when people didn’t deserve it. I know I have faults, and I know that there are things I don’t like about myself, and things that others don’t like about me. But there is still so much to learn, there are so many things about ourselves that we still have yet to find out.
When I was in 7th grade, I didn’t know who I was. I was lost, confused, and alone. I’m still like that in some ways today and its years later. I think when you’re in school you either try to fit in or you don’t. I never tried to, and I never did. I was invisible to most, except the bullies. They always picked on me, since day one there was never a break.
Stupid, Ugly, B****, S***, Loser, Freak, Hoe…. And the list went on. I bet some people would think that those words are harmless. Maybe they are to some, but for me, they were like a cancer that constantly spread through my body and ate at my soul, just as rumors did. Once they found out what hurt me, they never gave up. They were never satisfied until I broke. My parents asked me if I was being bullied in school, and of course I lied to them and said no, because I didn’t want things getting worse by having my parents dragged into it. I mean what could anyone do? I couldn’t really go to teachers because that would make me a rat, and if I did, who would I tell on, the majority of the 7th grade? Things became worse until I started fighting with people, and finally I refused to go to school anymore. I was lucky, my parents let me leave school, and they let me try home schooling. Not everyone is lucky enough to run, some end up hurting or killing themselves because they can’t take it anymore, and some are brave and deal with it. They fight through it and come out so much better as people. They find their strength and courage to not let it bother them anymore, but I wasn’t like that. I ran. But I faced my fear later, and I made it through it. I felt like a coward for years after I left school because I didn’t fight through my problems like I do now. It wasn’t until recently that I was able to really face my fears, stand up and not care what people had to say. It took a while, but I did find myself and I came to find that I should never let someone have that much power over me.
The thing is that no one can really fully understand or imagine the pain, anxiety, humiliation, fear or loneliness you feel by being bullied. You are made to feel like an outcast, like you’re some sort of freak that no one likes. And after a while of being treated that way, and being called those things by people for so long, you begin to believe it yourself. I may have made it through being bullied, but there are still so many people that make it to their breaking point and can’t take it anymore, but they can’t always get away and have a break. Instead they take things into their own hands and lives get taken or a lot of times lost. It’s something to think about. I remember what it was like to be the one that didn’t want to exist anymore, and I don’t think anyone deserves to feel that way or act on those feelings. You can help take a stand against bullying by not being one; it’s as simple as that. Stand up for people as well as yourself. Accept people for who they are, because everyone is different. Find your voice, and know that everyone deserves to be who they are. No one deserves to be bullied. So next time you hear the word bully, think twice about how it affects people. You could change someone’s life, or better yet save it.
I remember being in school, it was fine until my 7th grade year of middle school. People picked on me and picked on me, they continuously attacked my insecurities without a care. No one understood me; No one cared how they hurt me. I was alone, with no friends, just the stabs of cruel words people over-generously threw at me.
I was accused of being too sensitive, and I was told that I needed to build some skin and deal with it. It was hard to deal with, and no one seemed to understand that. It isn’t easy to be the new kid in school, and it isn’t easy to be an outcast that no one likes. I never wanted to be like anyone else, I wanted to be me, whoever that was.
I guess no one ever really knows who they are, I mean you can have a general idea, but are you ever really going to know exactly who you are in every possible perspective? I don’t think so. I know who I am for the most part; I know what I believe in and what I’m against. I know what I want out of life, and how I want to be treated. I know that I like to treat people the way I would want them to treat me, and I know what kind of person I am. I think I’m a good person; I’ve always tried to be a good person, even when people didn’t deserve it. I know I have faults, and I know that there are things I don’t like about myself, and things that others don’t like about me. But there is still so much to learn, there are so many things about ourselves that we still have yet to find out.
When I was in 7th grade, I didn’t know who I was. I was lost, confused, and alone. I’m still like that in some ways today and its years later. I think when you’re in school you either try to fit in or you don’t. I never tried to, and I never did. I was invisible to most, except the bullies. They always picked on me, since day one there was never a break.
Stupid, Ugly, B****, S***, Loser, Freak, Hoe…. And the list went on. I bet some people would think that those words are harmless. Maybe they are to some, but for me, they were like a cancer that constantly spread through my body and ate at my soul, just as rumors did. Once they found out what hurt me, they never gave up. They were never satisfied until I broke. My parents asked me if I was being bullied in school, and of course I lied to them and said no, because I didn’t want things getting worse by having my parents dragged into it. I mean what could anyone do? I couldn’t really go to teachers because that would make me a rat, and if I did, who would I tell on, the majority of the 7th grade? Things became worse until I started fighting with people, and finally I refused to go to school anymore. I was lucky, my parents let me leave school, and they let me try home schooling. Not everyone is lucky enough to run, some end up hurting or killing themselves because they can’t take it anymore, and some are brave and deal with it. They fight through it and come out so much better as people. They find their strength and courage to not let it bother them anymore, but I wasn’t like that. I ran. But I faced my fear later, and I made it through it. I felt like a coward for years after I left school because I didn’t fight through my problems like I do now. It wasn’t until recently that I was able to really face my fears, stand up and not care what people had to say. It took a while, but I did find myself and I came to find that I should never let someone have that much power over me.
The thing is that no one can really fully understand or imagine the pain, anxiety, humiliation, fear or loneliness you feel by being bullied. You are made to feel like an outcast, like you’re some sort of freak that no one likes. And after a while of being treated that way, and being called those things by people for so long, you begin to believe it yourself. I may have made it through being bullied, but there are still so many people that make it to their breaking point and can’t take it anymore, but they can’t always get away and have a break. Instead they take things into their own hands and lives get taken or a lot of times lost. It’s something to think about. I remember what it was like to be the one that didn’t want to exist anymore, and I don’t think anyone deserves to feel that way or act on those feelings. You can help take a stand against bullying by not being one; it’s as simple as that. Stand up for people as well as yourself. Accept people for who they are, because everyone is different. Find your voice, and know that everyone deserves to be who they are. No one deserves to be bullied. So next time you hear the word bully, think twice about how it affects people. You could change someone’s life, or better yet save it.
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