Why Me? *True Story*

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I have made a poem about bullying and sadly I've suffered through it. Now, I'm going to actually write my experience. So you can understand. This took a lot of time to think about and I'm not sure
what everyone will think about it. Quick statement: Bullying is NOT ok.

Submitted: January 02, 2018

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Why Me?

 

When I was younger, I was bullied. Mainly for my whole life. It sucked. Let's name the bully, Katy (not her real name). Katy was a nightmare. She went to the same schools as me. In lower schools, she couldn't really do anything to me cause I was surrounded by teachers most of the time. To be honest, I don't know why she hated me. Is it my skin colour? My personality? My religion? Or...me? I was young so I thought she hated me in person. I don't know why and that answer still remains unanswered today. 

 

Katy used to give me really cold death glares. Every time I looked at her, she would angrily stare at me. It was so deathly and she would practically glare through my poor little soul. I didn't really know what to do so I like just stood out of her way cause she was the kid to be like 'don't get in my way' and she made everyone know that. Now people might think that that isn't bullying and I'm just being silly. But just wait. So basically in our school, we had to line up in surname order when we come back from break and lunch or when we were going to assembly. Sadly, Katy was in front of me. I had to breathe normally cause I was so scared. So many questions were running through my head. What if she said something mean to me? What if she kicks me? What if she tells me off? Remember, I was little so I didn't know.

 

She used to kick me in n my ankles from the back, step on my shoes hard, making sure she pressed down on my toes, push me back and other things when the teacher wasn't looking. I remember this one time when she pushed me so hard that I fell down with a satisfying clomp. Now I wasn't exactly popular or anything and everyone just looked at me and continued to move on. I would have to go at the back of the line and it was kinda humiliating that I let people boss me around. The worst part about it is that...I never told anyone.

 

Now, we got older into bigger schools. Katy looked tougher than ever. And she was REALLY popular. She wasn't exactly pretty to me. I mean I wouldn't want to look like her cause I like how I look. She had medium brown hair, long narrow face, grey greenish blueish eyes, and a small spot ontop of her upper lip. She acted as if she was all grown up and literally a teenager. I felt disgusted by her and ignored her. She would make up lies about me. I never told my friends that she bullied me. I was too scared. I had read stories before when the bully threatenes the victim not to tell or else they'll do something. Me being the wimp I am, didn't tell anyone cause I was scared that Katy would bully me. She would act all nice in front of people but mean and scary when like no ones looking and where there's less people. In my head I would usually plan stuff of what to do if she did anything to me, but every time she did it, my mind would be pure blank. I'd act like a doll, repeating sorry and sorry over agin if she pointed out I was doing anything wrong. I would say: 'Oh I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I really am' cause I was scared. I'm a very gullible person who you can make say sorry easily. I hate being mean to her or anyone and I can't even say boo to a goose let alone be mean back.

 

If I didn't say sorry, she would force me to. Now we were older and she would elbow me into the cloakroom door, and basically 'verbally' bully me. I took it in like a pill. I remember when I was just walking past her and she was sitting down with one of her friends. I just normally walked past her. Then I heard her voice. 'Owwwww, you just elbowed me in the face, ugh' she said with a sharp glare. I felt confused cause I never even touched her and I'm not the abusive person who hits people (in fact I'm against it). So I was just standing there, all confused because my elbow wasn't anywhere NEAR her whatsoever. So her friend was looking at me weirdly and just waiting waiting for me to say sorry. Of course I did cause as I said, I'm a very gullible person to take for granted. 

 

Now we got older. I knew that NOW I have to fight my own battles. I mean come on. No one ever noticed the feelings, or how I cried everyday. Everyone reading this, you may not think this is bullying. But this was repeated over and over and over again. I felt as if it could never stop. This isn't my full story but I want to leave it there. Bullying wasn't good for me. So you can judge all you want because I've decided to share some (not all) of my experience. I hope that bullying won't effect you. Please, don't do self harm. It makes it worse. It might seem impossible, but you'll see light. That's what I heard and I thought lies. But now I look at it. It's not.

 

BULLYING IS NOT OK!!!

 


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