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Scared, embarrassed, sad, mad, depressed,
intimidated. These are all the words that come
to my mind when I think about a girl I knew. She was like
a best friend to me. This girl used to be picked on a lot.
It started on the first day of fourth grade. Everything went
according to plan, and she was really excited. When she got
to her school, she had forgotten where she had to go, she
asked the nearest girl. She had no idea that this girl would
change her fourth grade life.
The week after , the girl had made new friends
and had found a group she would hang out with. The group of
friends started off well, but after awhile, the group didn't
like this girl anymore. So they decided not to like her any
more. When the girl went to go talk to them they would move
away. When she wore a nice shirt they would say that's an
ugly shirt, but would show up with the same shirt the week
after. If they didn't like her hairstyle they would make fun
her. They even spread that were not true. " Why are they
doing this to me? Why don't I tell someone? I can't. They
could hurt me, besides no one would understand," the
girl would think to herself.
This girl had just about had it, but what
was she supposed to do? She was scared of them. So she coped
with it and her feelings started to build up inside. She would
yell at her remaining friends for what other people had done
to her. She herself had become a bully.
I know all this because that girl was me
. It wasn't until a very good friend of mine told me that
I had changed , and that they didn't like the new "me".
After a while I changed and ignored those girls who bullied
me and kept my true friends. The ones who liked me for me,
and the ones who didn't care how my hair was, or how I was
dressed. Bullying is not a good way to go, it really and truly
hurts inside. Not only physically but mentally.
I can remember this part of my life vividly
for many reasons. First off, this was a tough and scary time
for me , and I thought there was no one else to turn to. It
was as if I was the only one that knew what I was going through.
As I grew older I found out that there was many people out
there feeling the same way I felt. Words can not begin to
describe how horrible it felt.
Sometimes I wish if I could turn back time
.I realized that one of my good friends had been going through
the same exact thing . Those friends that stood with me when
I was younger, are still with me today. If I could do back
in time I would express my feelings with my friends. Then
maybe I would have gone through the whole thing feeling safe,
and I might have been able to ignore it. I will always remember
what happened to me in fourth grade.
If I could send a message to all the bullies
it would be something like this........
I may dress differently than you.
I may not look like you.
I may act differently than you,
but we are actually the same.
We both breathe air from the trees
and sometimes we want to fall to our knees
crying with tears of sadness.
You can bully me all you want
but it's not a thing to flaunt
or be proud of because you can make me cry.
Sometimes I know
but you won't let it show
that you sometimes enjoy what you do.
But what you keep inside
is something you try to hide
but I can see right through.
Inside you are truly blue
insecure, sad, afraid or mad
because of that you make others feel bad,
but beyond that I see a light
that doesn't shine very bright.
With a little help and a good friend
you could be a better person till the end.
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