My 12 years of being bullied, and i’m only 14…

The bullying started when I was two. Adults kept on saying how ugly and stupid I was. Then my story started to escalate year by year… When I was in the 2nd grade, many 5th ad 6th graders would threaten to hurt me. I never knew what it meant. In 7th, 8th, and 9th grade, kids always tried to hurt me. Kids kept on throwing stuff at me everywhere I go. Notebooks, snow, dirt, trash, etc. There’s nothing i can do to stop it. No one in my life can ever understand my pain. So, I keep it in. No matter how rough. No matter how severe. I kept things hidden. Many scars on my body, so many stories hidden behind that cloth. The blood stains my clothing, yet people still believe my lie of saying “I’m fine”