(This is actually something that has happened to me at school. For those of あなた who have been through bullying または are going through it right now, I understand how あなた feel.)
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“Just 移動する to the back of the line, where あなた belong.”
The words あなた told me slowly began to rip me apart. I hung my head down in shame, knowing あなた were right. I DID belong at the back and the bottom of everything. I turned around, and went to where あなた had ordered me to go. I know I wasn’t supposed to let the opinions of others define me, but I think it’s a bit too late for that. Every opinion of every other person I would be better off not knowing has already defined me. As much as I am sick of it, I also don’t think I’m able to stand up to it. “The only one who can make あなた feel small is yourself” someone once said. Oh, thanks for pointing out some もっと見る of my flaws. Makes me feel so much better.
NOT.
Once I reached the back of the line, I took a deep, quivering breath. I wanted to break down, and burst into tears, but…I did that a few days ago. One of フレンズ stood up for me. She stood up to the person who had just told me to 移動する here. My tears where half sad, and half happy then. I was delighted that I finally had found someone who was willing to help me in my time of need, and who saw what was happening to me. I was also sad that she was the first one who had ever had the confidence to do that. As much as I’ve wanted to scream for help, I know that I am a powerless child.
For most of my life, I’ve felt like I’ve been drowning in a vast ocean, and someone is standing up in a ボート a metre away, shouting “learn how to swim!”. I’m gradually beginning to swim, pulling myself up for a breath every now and again. Then, before I tire out too much, someone jumps in and helps me. But they can only help me for a certain amount of time before they end up tiring aswell. They left after a while, and I continued によって myself.
As the class began to 移動する forward, I hesitated. I didn’t feel like walking. I didn’t feel like doing anything. I just wanted to run off. It’s not like anyone would care that I was gone. I’d be surprised if anyone even noticed. And if they did, they’d all be delighted I wasn’t around. I’m sure of it.
But I walked with everyone anyways.
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“Just 移動する to the back of the line, where あなた belong.”
The words あなた told me slowly began to rip me apart. I hung my head down in shame, knowing あなた were right. I DID belong at the back and the bottom of everything. I turned around, and went to where あなた had ordered me to go. I know I wasn’t supposed to let the opinions of others define me, but I think it’s a bit too late for that. Every opinion of every other person I would be better off not knowing has already defined me. As much as I am sick of it, I also don’t think I’m able to stand up to it. “The only one who can make あなた feel small is yourself” someone once said. Oh, thanks for pointing out some もっと見る of my flaws. Makes me feel so much better.
NOT.
Once I reached the back of the line, I took a deep, quivering breath. I wanted to break down, and burst into tears, but…I did that a few days ago. One of フレンズ stood up for me. She stood up to the person who had just told me to 移動する here. My tears where half sad, and half happy then. I was delighted that I finally had found someone who was willing to help me in my time of need, and who saw what was happening to me. I was also sad that she was the first one who had ever had the confidence to do that. As much as I’ve wanted to scream for help, I know that I am a powerless child.
For most of my life, I’ve felt like I’ve been drowning in a vast ocean, and someone is standing up in a ボート a metre away, shouting “learn how to swim!”. I’m gradually beginning to swim, pulling myself up for a breath every now and again. Then, before I tire out too much, someone jumps in and helps me. But they can only help me for a certain amount of time before they end up tiring aswell. They left after a while, and I continued によって myself.
As the class began to 移動する forward, I hesitated. I didn’t feel like walking. I didn’t feel like doing anything. I just wanted to run off. It’s not like anyone would care that I was gone. I’d be surprised if anyone even noticed. And if they did, they’d all be delighted I wasn’t around. I’m sure of it.
But I walked with everyone anyways.