I am a girl who went from expressive like the wind to one who loves to hide in the shadows.
When I was in second grade, I got bullied. It was a very severe case. I would be constantly at the office seeking protection from my aggressors. It sucks, having to go to school everyday terrified of who you are.
I would skip school to evade them. I was scared of who I was. I was scared of being different. I was scared of myself. I wanted to be like everyone else, but that was impossible for me, or so I thought.
I used to wonder to myself "why don't people understand me? I'm a human being too you know," Tormented in elementary school, this has left scars that only I can see. Scars that only I can see. Scars that only I know about. Scars that hurt. These are not literal scars I speak about, I am talking about metaphoric ones. Ones that have been inflicted on my heart by words that caused me so much pain and suffering. I am different. I am me.
