I wrote this poem August 19th 2011:
Cry now, feel the pain
Let it out before you go insane
Weep tonight and feel your sorrow
You know things will go back to how they were tomorrow
You'll still get treated like a child
You'll force your laugh, still fake your smile
So shout it out and let it go
Because you harbor things they'll never know.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
My Thoughts on Bullyting
I don't know who's gonna end up reading this blog, or if anybody is going to end up reading this blog, but this is worth a shot.
Bullying. As a teenager, I know all about this. I know how it feels to receive your first scar. I know how it feels to get any scar after that. I know how it feels to start losing hope that one day it'll get better. I know how it all feels. What do you need to know? It does get better. When you figure out who your real friends are, it gets better. Sadly, when you've been scarred so many times, you know how to act like you can shake off any remark, it gets better. Slowly, but surely, it gets better. So don't lose hope. When you lose hope, that's when things get worse. That's when bad things happen.
Ask anybody who's been bullied. I'm right, it does get better. However, scars are permanent. They'll stay with you for the rest of your life. They make it hard to shake off certain remarks, even if they really are just jokes. Sometimes, jokes hurt worst of all. You see, jokes usually come from people who care, but certain jokes, because of your past, hurt. However, if I had to choose between being hurt from scars and being bullied (again) I'd choose the scars. It hurts, but it hurts less.
Nobody deserves to be bullied. Nobody should have to look in the mirror, and not see beauty. You shouldn't see ugliness, or potential beauty when you see yourself. You should see beauty. Unfortunately, not all of us do. Why? Because of scars. Yeah, scars seem to ruin everything.
If anybody who reads this blog is being bullied, talk to me. Let me be your shoulder to cry on, because I've been there. Sometimes, you need a stranger to comfort you. Especially with stuff like this. For with friends and family, you feel it's their job. But with a stranger, they say the truth. And the truth is all I have to say. Remember, it gets better.
Keep Holding On,
Taylor.
Bullying. As a teenager, I know all about this. I know how it feels to receive your first scar. I know how it feels to get any scar after that. I know how it feels to start losing hope that one day it'll get better. I know how it all feels. What do you need to know? It does get better. When you figure out who your real friends are, it gets better. Sadly, when you've been scarred so many times, you know how to act like you can shake off any remark, it gets better. Slowly, but surely, it gets better. So don't lose hope. When you lose hope, that's when things get worse. That's when bad things happen.
Ask anybody who's been bullied. I'm right, it does get better. However, scars are permanent. They'll stay with you for the rest of your life. They make it hard to shake off certain remarks, even if they really are just jokes. Sometimes, jokes hurt worst of all. You see, jokes usually come from people who care, but certain jokes, because of your past, hurt. However, if I had to choose between being hurt from scars and being bullied (again) I'd choose the scars. It hurts, but it hurts less.
Nobody deserves to be bullied. Nobody should have to look in the mirror, and not see beauty. You shouldn't see ugliness, or potential beauty when you see yourself. You should see beauty. Unfortunately, not all of us do. Why? Because of scars. Yeah, scars seem to ruin everything.
If anybody who reads this blog is being bullied, talk to me. Let me be your shoulder to cry on, because I've been there. Sometimes, you need a stranger to comfort you. Especially with stuff like this. For with friends and family, you feel it's their job. But with a stranger, they say the truth. And the truth is all I have to say. Remember, it gets better.
Keep Holding On,
Taylor.
Random
My name is Taylor Dakota Heinbuch. I am fourteen years old, and one day, I'm going to make a difference. I don't know how, and I don't know when, but one day, I will make a difference. Maybe for the world, maybe for one person. Either way, it'll happen.
You see, that's all I've really ever wanted to do. Make a difference. How can a fourteen year old do that? Volunteering at Soup Kitchens, animals shelters, and so on. Don't get me wrong, all those things sound great, and I really want to do them, but I want to do more as well. I want to be the girl who gave hope when there was none. I want to be a girl who saves a life.I want to be the change the world needs. Starting with this blog. Sometimes, I'll use it to rant, I'm a teen, what do you expect? Other times, I'll use to share how I feel on certain issues. To try and help. To try and make a change.
Just thought I'd share.
-Taylor
You see, that's all I've really ever wanted to do. Make a difference. How can a fourteen year old do that? Volunteering at Soup Kitchens, animals shelters, and so on. Don't get me wrong, all those things sound great, and I really want to do them, but I want to do more as well. I want to be the girl who gave hope when there was none. I want to be a girl who saves a life.I want to be the change the world needs. Starting with this blog. Sometimes, I'll use it to rant, I'm a teen, what do you expect? Other times, I'll use to share how I feel on certain issues. To try and help. To try and make a change.
Just thought I'd share.
-Taylor
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)