This one little girl...
This one little girl,
No more than four,
Had her Spirit,
Tormented in her school.
Ridicule.
Abandonment.
Left out.
Her spirit was being tortured.
From cruel words thrown her way.
Like rocks hitting her Spirit.
This one girl then learned to be silent.
No one could make fun of you if they do not hear you.
And she became a mist in the distance.
And alone every night.
With only one firend in the world.
Ridiculed everywhere she went,
With only one to call 'friends'.
No place was safe for this one girl.
Then, this young girl was given a second chance.
Moved away from her twisted past.
And started anew in a new state.
But sadly, she was used to being silent.
Afraid of others her age.
So her good side shyed away from the others,
Worried for the pain that would build from harsh words
To her already beaten, and only worsening, Spirit.
So, all was repeated,
Her Spirit now tattered.
Only one to help block some of the worst.
Then, this girl was given a third chance,
To start anew.
To make new friends,
And tend to her Spirit's wounds.
This young woman picked up an instrument and joined the school band.
Now made fun of even more, she dealt with the even more painful blows they gave.
And sometimes even cried between classes.
Then, this young woman met a friend.
Not very nice, and very bossy,
But still a friend.
Her broken Spirit was finally noticed.
And that one other girl helped shelter her from the blows.
And helped some of the wounds heal.
She could finally sort of smile in public, without too much fear.
And had friends to talk to, and hang out with.
Then, the young woman was introduced to Marching Band.
Her few friends talked her into going.
She thought it would just bring more pain.
But soon found out
That she was mistaken.
This young woman is now in her 2nd year of high school.
And in marching band for the second time.
And her beaten Spirit is sowly being healed.
And it was all thanks to that one girl.
Who sheltered her from the blows.
Who helped heal some of the worse wounds.
And called for more help from others,
Who actually came to help the lonely, broken Spirit.
But...
Because of what happened
To her poor Spirit,
This girl lost half herself.
That half was killed in the Spirit-beatings.
When no one came to the poor Spirit's aid,
Her Nice, Happy, and Sensitive side,
All died.
This girl is unable to help when someone else is sad.
She is not used to comfort.
She does not know how to comfort someone else anymore.
It is hard for her to be happy.
It is hard for her to not stutter out of fear.
And all of this was caused...
By Them.
The evil people who needed amusement.
And got it out of causing others pain.
And you know what?
This girl, in this story, is me.
Don't let anyone else end up like me.
In order to stop his from happening all over again,
Don't 'make fun' of people.
This is what you're really doing.
Chopping down their self-esteem to a dangerously low level.
And beating on their soul.
With rocks, sticks, and sometimes, blades.
Words do more than you think.
Especially when
Every time your name is said,
Someone snickers,
Or starts laughing.
Just by hearing your name.
That's when the words start stabbing like a knife.
Just...
Don't participate in this and try to make friends with the person picked on in school.
Believe me, your image will not be in danger.
You might be saving a life.
Yea, this is basically my life in school summed up. If it weren't for my friends Amanda and Lauren, I'd still be crying myself to sleep most of the time. there's a song by Simple Plan that is basically like I'm singing it to the world. My mom'd always tell me i's not as bad as i make it sound, but she never even believes me nor listens to me. Oh, and if this is like you, join band. it's really fun, and your life will improve by at least 12531. i promise.