Real Teens Speak Out

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.

stand up 🙂

many people at my school bully I stand up for those who are afraid. If you are being bullied and you see someone else being bullied wipe off those tears and stand up.

Cyber-Bullied

One day I woke up to a text message saying "Your ratchet" "Your stupid" "Your a slut" and it kept going and to this day I still get these text messages it brings my attitude down it hurts me so much. They don’t know how much these words cant hurt someone.

Any Kind of Bullying Can Be Agonizing to Go Through

Before you ask, no, I have not been a victim of physical bullying, however this is not the point. Any form of the sorts is painful to go through.
Cyberbullying, still no, the Internet is actually my escape from the pain from the one- the only- middle school.
Now, in my middle school there are fights, I’m just too smart to get into that. But again, that’s not my point, my point is that I’m a serious victim of verbal as well as social bullying.
Sure, I might be a choral star within my classes, a dang right good artist, and even a decent writer, AND I keep up good grades.
People get jealous.
People who think they’re "oh-so-majestically-popular" with their (to be frank, sexy) faces all up in a grin because they think they deserve to be the best, and when they see me, a patheic-looking chubby thirteen-year-old boy with amazing skill in the arts and academics, as well as obsess over particular things like Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Five Nights at Freddy’s, the result is dire- it’s almost as if they want to choke the talent and love out of me.
And no, I will NOT give up.
Popular students in a classroom whilst I do a favor for another teacher? They simply address me as if I was one of them, but I well know from past experiences that they are pulling my leg, they simply want to drive me mad. I learned that the hard way in sixth grade.
And yes, I do give clever comments back which do silence them, but all I want to do is have this to end.
Please…
Please.