From a Wolf's Perspective

Bullying at School and Online. Digital image. Education.com. Education.com, n.d. Web. 9 Oct. 2012. topic/school-bullying-teasing/>.

 I understand that sometimes someone bullies others to make themselves confidant. What about the victims? They're tormented which either leads to self harming (cutting, burning, etc.), suicide, school shootings, and self hate. Adults aren't any better, they bully too, it's not just the kids. It drives you to the point of insanity as you sit there and take the physical and emotional torment. I was a victim for a stupid reason; I was new and I loved wearing wigs, it wasn't that i was mean to anyone, I was just being myself until I was called names so bad that my mum wouldn't even say them. I then thought, 'These people are suppose to be my friends. Why are they being mean to me. What did i do wrong?' Nothing. I did absolutely nothing wrong which made me think of the little things I do wrong. Like how I bite (and ingest) my fingernails when I'm nervous or angry. I have a loud sneeze, I don't like wearing dresses, and I don't like looking girly. My thoughts began to swirl to the point I would sit in class and say nothing, it hurt to breathe, to voice my opinion, and to look people in the eyes. I always told myself, the eyes are the windows to the soul, and I didn't want anyone to look me in the eyes, because when I looked in the mirror I didn't see a soul. I saw an ugly horrid monster trying to break free. The only relief I felt was when I cried, I cried in the shower late at night so no one can her my wails of anguish. Ha, I sounded like an injured wolf, speaking of wolves; that is what got me through a day of school. I thought about how free and majestic they were and I made up stories in my mind. Stories of how I had my own wolf pack, and we would go on hunts and all the good stuff. This sounds so stupid now that I think about it, but it got me through my grunge days. I was traumatized when these things started happening, I didn' tell my mum and I put on my mask of happiness to keep her from worrying. I hope to one day share my story to victims,the story of, how I survived.