Real Teens Speak Out

Perfect

I’m just a speck, in reality, just a speck surrounded by all of the dirt, all of the water, all of stardust and broken dreams, and all of the other specks.
Why does it matter what the other specks think if we’re all small and insignificant in the world?
We’re what’s important to us, no need for anyone else’s negative opinion but we still take it in anyway, no matter what we’re told.
I could write a thousand words telling why not to listen, but we’re only human wanting to be perfect to everyone.
Forget the standards, go be your own kind of perfect.

Don’t Cry

When I was in middle school, this group of girls would always talk about me. I never even knew why, but one day, I went up to them and asked why they did. They didn’t respond, so I went to get help from my friend. My friend didn’t talk to me, or even look at me. Turns out, those girls spread a rumor about me, the rumor was that I had said something about all my friends, and ever since then, none of those friends have ever talked to me. Every time something like this happened to me, I just didn’t speak. The more I spoke, the more rumors spread. I then had my parents cyber-school me. But then, I was cyber bullied. They left rude and disgusting comments on my pictures and videos. I then decided to delete my social media apps. After that, I thought it was over, but it wasn’t. My parents decided that I was ready to go back to school, and that was a big mistake. By then, the group of girls were well known throughout the entire school, and if you spoke up, or even said anything about them, you were bullied from that day on. But I was done with them, I couldn’t take it anymore. It was just to hard. I had to do something. I went up to them and told them to stop. And to think about what they’re saying. I was sent to the school consular to talk about my "Problems With Being Social" And by then, I just didn’t care, I ignored everybody, I was alone, and nobody helped, or even saw me when I needed them the most. I never told my parents, or brothers, or sisters, I just kept it to myself, and never spoke.
Because The Only Thing That Could Be Said, Was Help.

A girl who can’t be herself

I have a family of 8 siblings and I am one of the middle child and I am the only one with ADHD and other health problems and everybody would tell me to be myself and I would be okay I will and when I would be myself I would be bullied because of my ADHD and other health problems. I have a group of friends who if they saw someone bullying me they would get in between me and the other person and tell them to go away but then I moved and its been hard for me to find friends like that where I am now. I have been thinking of cutting for a very long time since I was 7 actuality and I listening to DEMI LOVATO songs on the internet because that is the only way that I can listen to her songs and listening to her songs I relate to every single one of them listening to the songs makes me feel like I should stay and helps me to be myself and not to be so depressed. Listening to DEMI’S songs makes me stronger and makes me want to tell someone about some of my health problems that nobody knows about but I can’t tell anybody when I try to tell someone nothing comes out of my mouth. The reason I am still here is because of DEMI LOVATO and my pets if it wasn’t for them I probably wouldn’t be here today.

Head High

He walks down the hall with his shoulders hunched,
When his head should be held high.
He keeps his chin down to stay out of sight,
Just trying his best to get by.
Insults fly by his head…horrible and mean,
He looks for help everywhere, but no help can be seen.
He sighs and looks down,
Not a teacher in sight
As dozens of students laugh at his plight.
He just wants a friend, is that too much to ask?
Just a friend to stand by him among this faceless mass.
Suddenly, a yell rings out,
An angry one at that.
Is she mean, kind, friend, or foe?
He looks to where the face is at.
Her face is angry, she steps up,
To yell at everyone else.
He dares to hope…is  she on his side?
Will she help him in this fight?
She takes him by the shoulder,
A smile on her face,
Leading him away from the chaos,
And to a safer, kinder place.

” She’s Doing It For Attention”

I’ve never been a popular kid. Growing up, I hated my body. I was always teased at how big I was. But when I got to junior high, it got worse. In 6th grade, I devolved a condition called idiopathic facial paralysis or otherwise known as Bell’s Palsy. But my case was different. Usually Bell’s Palsy will clear up within a few weeks, but mine is recurring which makes it a rare case. So when I came back to school, I was called a half-faced freak . I didn’t know how to respond to this so I kept my feelings inside and talked to no one. In the beginning of 7th grade I was still called a freak but it died down once the bullies found a new target. But in 8th grade, that all changed. In the summer before 8th grade, someone were closed to me passed in a tragic way. I fell into a depression and refused to eat and when I would, I would feel guilty and throw it all up afterwards. That later contributed to me developing bulimia. When I started school in the fall, just about everyone knew what happened and I was being called an " attention whore". I couldn’t comprehend why they were doing this to me. I just lost someone who was important in my life, and know you want to make fun of me for that ? I pushed my feelings deeper and deeper inside until I couldn’t do it anymore. I had lost all faith in my self and humanity. But when I thought all was lost, I found something that changed me. I found a cover of a song called "Drown" , and once I listen to it, I started crying. I thought ‘ Finally someone understands’ and it started to make me feel better about the situation I was in. Then I started to listen to all of these amazing artists and bands who showed me that it’s okay to not be okay. They showed me not to care what people thought about me. So I live by showing people who I really am, flaws and all. I still get made fun of for listening to the bands that I listen to, but I really don’t care about them. Why should I care about a person if they don’t matter to me ?

I WOULD LIKE TO HELP STOP IT

I have been bullied my entire life, at home, school, and anywhere. I know how it feels to be a an ongoing target, and not having anything be done about it. I would like to contribute to stopping this epidemic of all forms of bullying.

Mean Girls Movie Coming to Life

I am a victim of bullying. Starting from 4th grade, a girl who was my best friend started being mean and glaring and gossiping about me. I wanted to stay away from her, but my good friend didn’t know what she was doing to me. Later this year, after couple years, she became one of those mean popular kids who gossip about other people. She and her friends started bullying me. I talked to a parent and a teacher and I ignored them. Next time I heard them talking about me or someone else, I told them, “Why are you picking on other people?” and it shocked them completely.

If you were to look at me I am pretty normal. I have blonde hair, blue eyes and im tall. I love meterology, minecraft, and cartoons. I can run and play just like you. Im just like you except I have Autism. Not the really bad kind just a little bit. Mom calls me her Aspy Kid!
I looked forward to middle school and all the extra things my mom said I could do. But she was wrong. I didnt get to do any of those things. I was excluded. She said I could be whoever I wanted. But she was wrong. They called me terrible names. She said I would make friends. But she was wrong. They hit me, kicked me, and embarassed me. She said to tell the teachers they would help me. She was wrong. They ignored me and told me it was my fault. She told me she was sorry and I saw her cry when she told my dad. They didnt know i was listening. I begged to not have to go back. Mom is homeschooling me now. Those bullies really hurt my feelings but I forgive them. I hope when they are all grown up they realize it was wrong and its never too late to say you are sorry for something you did.

stand up for yourself

don’t let people bully you stand up go to a teacher talk to friends that can help you , you are unique have high confidence

When it’s Hard to be Me.

Growing up, in elementary I was never bullied, because at that time, no one understands how “different you are”. The young minds in their purest form. Where they will play with a boy who wears pink and a girl who climbs trees. It is not until puberty hits, and our elders put thoughts of wrong and right into our head that life changes. For me, it changed a lot. I realized I was gay, and although I was happy with who I was. Others around me were not. I went through junior high thinking why a person like me. A boy without judgment. A boy who defends people “different” and put down, was treated with such disrespect. Are we not taught to treat people the way we wanted treated? I spent all my time trying to help others with stories like me that I did not have someone to help me. In high school I joined acting, choir, and the musicals and plays. I had an outlet and a source for happiness. I found friends who loved me for me. I am in a place where my life is on track and I have future full of a bright light of hope and love. I believe life is a beauty and even though I am in a better place than the state of depression I was in before, I do not feel satisfactory when I hear stories, and see people get bullied for being someone that is not a specific way. The human race has gone so far in the past 50 years, but until people are accepted for being themselves. I will not quite to be a better person. To speak up. A life without judgment is what I stride to accomplish. The world can be better, but it will take all of us. I stand for Human Rights. I am Sethaniel and I matter, and so do you. When its hard to be you. Never give up.