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Bullying.
That terrifying word.
Some think it's just a part of growing up, and that all kids go through this. Some parents spend so much time preparing their child for the 'real, grown up world' that they forget the place they send their pride and joy to five times a week is just as dangerous.
Bullying.
Some people don't see. They cover their eyes with their own hands, turning away and denying what's lying at their feet. The child they spent so much on. Their child. A part of them.
On the ground, beaten.
But the truth is, everyone's been through it. And everyone has bullied. It's a cycle; we are hurt, so we lash back at others.
Some things we don't even notice. That nerdy kid fishing for his textbooks in the bushes in front of the school. The overly cheery overweight girl who goes home and screams at the mirror, blaming it for all her insecurities. The 'dumbasses', the 'gorillas', the 'whales'. The 'bitches', the 'sluts', the 'cows'.
The 'outsiders'.
But what about the popular kids? The ones strutting around, doing all the damage? They've been through shit too. Everyone has.
No matter what they say, no one's happy forever. There's no such thing as living an untroubled life. There will be times when you'll want everything to just end already. There'll be times when you want to be strong, but you can't. And there'll be times when you yourself bully, when you go with the flow and strike at the weakest.
Bullying.
But isn't that what we all are? Weak? Wanting, no, NEEDING to be accepted. Because the alternative is too hard to imagine. Most of us would rather die than be excluded. We are all cruel and kind, happy and miserable.
Life's a wheel, not a pyramid. The bullies are at the top, and the victims are at the bottom. But the victims will be bullies and the bullies will become victims. In a sad way, life is fair.
The weakest are in fact the strongest.
Break the wheel. Smash it to bits with your own bleeding fists, screaming out war cries, tears running down your cheeks. You might make a fissure in the cycle's powerful frame. Your whole school might make a crack. But all together, with every single one of us beating the cycle, fighting, we will break it.
And emerge from the wreck with smiles on our victorious faces.
That terrifying word.
Some think it's just a part of growing up, and that all kids go through this. Some parents spend so much time preparing their child for the 'real, grown up world' that they forget the place they send their pride and joy to five times a week is just as dangerous.
Bullying.
Some people don't see. They cover their eyes with their own hands, turning away and denying what's lying at their feet. The child they spent so much on. Their child. A part of them.
On the ground, beaten.
But the truth is, everyone's been through it. And everyone has bullied. It's a cycle; we are hurt, so we lash back at others.
Some things we don't even notice. That nerdy kid fishing for his textbooks in the bushes in front of the school. The overly cheery overweight girl who goes home and screams at the mirror, blaming it for all her insecurities. The 'dumbasses', the 'gorillas', the 'whales'. The 'bitches', the 'sluts', the 'cows'.
The 'outsiders'.
But what about the popular kids? The ones strutting around, doing all the damage? They've been through shit too. Everyone has.
No matter what they say, no one's happy forever. There's no such thing as living an untroubled life. There will be times when you'll want everything to just end already. There'll be times when you want to be strong, but you can't. And there'll be times when you yourself bully, when you go with the flow and strike at the weakest.
Bullying.
But isn't that what we all are? Weak? Wanting, no, NEEDING to be accepted. Because the alternative is too hard to imagine. Most of us would rather die than be excluded. We are all cruel and kind, happy and miserable.
Life's a wheel, not a pyramid. The bullies are at the top, and the victims are at the bottom. But the victims will be bullies and the bullies will become victims. In a sad way, life is fair.
The weakest are in fact the strongest.
Break the wheel. Smash it to bits with your own bleeding fists, screaming out war cries, tears running down your cheeks. You might make a fissure in the cycle's powerful frame. Your whole school might make a crack. But all together, with every single one of us beating the cycle, fighting, we will break it.
And emerge from the wreck with smiles on our victorious faces.