Sticks and stones can break some bones but your words will always hurt.

You say I'm just a nobody, you tell me that I'm that dirt.

 

We are different but we're equal, one's no better than the rest.

Dont judge me by skin, how I pray or how I'm dressed.

 

My clothes are worn, my shoes are torn, and my house isnt big or grand.

But I too can feel, and I can hurt, just try to understand.

 

You say my clothes are way to dark, my make-up way to light.

I think my style fits me fine but I'm just to weak to fight.

 

You think my culture is too different, my religion isn't right.

I dont always agree with yours, but hatred's not polite.

 

You say my music's loud, that there's evil in their rhymes.

My music helps to block you out, it gets me through hard times.

 

You see me in the hall, you try to make me run.

I shrink against the wall while my pain becomes your fun.

 

You tell me that I'm weird, that I should just go home.

You dont know what its like, I just want to be left alone.

 

You say I'm dumb cause I need help, Im stupid and Im slow.

My life's a daily struggle, more than you could ever know.

 

I cant handle all the teasing, all the torture and your jokes.

I want to scream, I want to yell. I really want to but I choke.

 

We are red, we are yellow, we are white and we are black.

Skin color shouldn't matter, it shouldn't cause attack.

 

You say Im fat and that Im ugly and no one could ever love me.

You think because your prettier that your two steps above me.

 

 

I go home at night, I sit, I cry. I tell my parents I'm okay.

But I dont know if I can make it, how can I face another day.

 

I get depressed, I cant sleep, my appetite's gone cold.

I need someone, I need a friend, I need a hand to hold.

 

Its in our schools, its on T.V., computers and cell phones.

Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. Its invading all our homes.

 

Bullying's a problem, one no child should endure.

Help us end it, help it stop, help us find the cure.

for as long as i can remember i never fit in. I was always the punching bag when i managed to find friends

In school i was always called "fatty" "whale" or whatever people could think of to make me feel terrible. 

I also didn't have the best of grades, I wasn't the smartest kid in the class, another thing for them to harp on with me, saying i'd never amount to anything, it got to the point where i felt like i would never amount to anything.

depression, anxiety, and all that kicked in, i felt so alone in a room filled with people. 

When i turned 20 i moved away from the place i once called home to a place where no one know's who i am, i've been here for awhile now and suffering with social anxiety makes it hard to find a person to confide in, i still feel lonely when walking into a room filled with people, or i feel like everyone's watching me judging me and the scars i have

on a positive note i have become someone i never thought i'd be, i teach toddlers and its really lifting my hopes and spirits in life. One day i'm hoping to become more, and get rid of my social anxiety and depression

Ok, so this girl, Makayla, goes to my school. I thought we were friends but my friend Lee asked her if she liked me at all and she said no. At school we used to be really good friends but, she's growing up to fast and she is really spoiled. Since 3rd grade, she has been calling me names like stupid and an idiot. She would always take her anger out on me and sometimes cuss at me. She has also been hitting me and things like that. I've decided that when we start school next month, that whenever she try's to bully me, I'm going to go to the principal. She scares me. But I'm going to fight back in a way that it will get handled and maybe won't happen again. So advice for anyone who has this problem, don't hide and let it happen. Tell an adult immediately so they can sort things out. Don't hide it for years and not tell anyone like I did. Stand up and don't be afraid.

Ever since I was in Kindergarten, I've been bullied. I was called "four-eyes", "pirate" and "annoying". Yes, I had glasses. Yes, I wore an eye-patch. And yes, I had ADHD. My earliest memory of school was when a student wrote "kill me" on a shirt. I was devastated. Skip to Middle school, and things were more miserable. My best friends ditched me, and everyone began to date around me. I was called a "prude" for not dating. In 8th grade, I got accepted to Rosary High School (a local, all-girls, Catholic school). I was thrilled. That thrill quickly dissipated when I was being called a "lesbian" for choosing this school. At Rosary, I really had a hard time assimilating to the culture there. Everyone had a friend group already picked from the beginning of the year. I finally found my niche with a group of girls who sat at the "peanut-free" table at lunch. I instantly sent my body into "good-impression mode". I began to lie about every little thing. This instantly raised a red-flag to my friends, and they "excommunicated" me from the friend group. During all this, I found that I was being talked about in a crude manner behind my back, by not only the girls at Rosary, but the boys at Marmion as well. In October of my Junior year, I was expelled from Rosary for a lousy choice I had made. I prayed and prayed, and I chose to not give up. I registered as a Junior at Batavia High School (the public school in my town). I promised that I would live with no regrets. At Batavia, adjusting was hard. I had made a few friends (not including my sister), but I wanted more. I believed that the more people that surrounded me, the more I would be liked. I soon found out that belief was false. I wore clothing that was inappropriate for school, and I used my body to get attention. I was still bullied and I didn't know why. Eventually, the bullying got to be too much, and I enrolled in an alternative school called Joan Treland and Associates. This school was my saving grace. I graduated from Batavia High School in the Spring of 2011. Walking across that stage, with my gold stole, was the greatest thing I could imagine. Currently, I am seeking counseling for my depression, ADHD, anxiety, and Autism. I can honestly say that the LORD has blessed me with my amazing family, great friends, and the gift of Music. I encourage anyone struggling with being bullied, to pray, and to remind yourself that bullies say things to feel powerful. Life gets better. I am no longer a victim. I am a survivor.

I am not a victim Ever since I was in Kindergarten, I've been bullied. I was called "four-eyes", "pirate" and "annoying". Yes, I had glasses. Yes, I wore an eye-patch. And yes, I had ADHD. My earliest memory of school was when a student wrote "kill me" on a shirt. I was devastated. Skip to Middle school, and things were more miserable. My best friends ditched me, and everyone began to date around me. I was called a "prude" for not dating. In 8th grade, I got accepted to Rosary High School (a local, all-girls, Catholic school). I was thrilled. That thrill quickly dissipated when I was being called a "lesbian" for choosing this school. At Rosary, I really had a hard time assimilating to the culture there. Everyone had a friend group already picked from the beginning of the year. I finally found my niche with a group of girls who sat at the "peanut-free" table at lunch. I instantly sent my body into "good-impression mode". I began to lie about every little thing. This instantly raised a red-flag to my friends, and they "excommunicated" me from the friend group. During all this, I found that I was being talked about in a crude manner behind my back, by not only the girls at Rosary, but the boys at Marmion as well. In October of my Junior year, I was expelled from Rosary for a lousy choice I had made. I prayed and prayed, and I chose to not give up. I registered as a Junior at Batavia High School (the public school in my town). I promised that I would live with no regrets. At Batavia, adjusting was hard. I had made a few friends (not including my sister), but I wanted more. I believed that the more people that surrounded me, the more I would be liked. I soon found out that belief was false. I wore clothing that was inappropriate for school, and I used my body to get attention. I was still bullied and I didn't know why. Eventually, the bullying got to be too much, and I enrolled in an alternative school called Joan Treland and Associates. This school was my saving grace. I graduated from Batavia High School in the Spring of 2011. Walking across that stage, with my gold stole, was the greatest thing I could imagine. Currently, I am seeking counseling for my depression, ADHD, anxiety, and Autism. I can honestly say that the LORD has blessed me with my amazing family, great friends, and the gift of Music. I encourage anyone struggling with being bullied, to pray, and to remind yourself that bullies say things to feel powerful. Life gets better. I am no longer a victim. I am a survivor.

It’s hard to think of a time in school where I didn’t feel like an outsider. From an early age I was picked on or made fun of by my peers. As I look back part of me wishes it was psychical acts because you can recover from that, cuts heal, black eyes fade, and bones can mended. My bullying was always verbal and those can cut you so deep they never heal, fade, or mended. The pain that was caused me from those verbal and no verbal attacks I carried around the rest of my life. It made me feel like I was never good enough or worth anything to myself or anyone else. Having to deal with this constant feeling from time it began in elementary school till the day I dropped out of high school, was a personal hell. When it started no one believed bullying was a problem, it was just something kids did and had no lasting effect on a kid. How I wish that was true, that I could just ignore it and pretend it didn’t mean anything. But it did to feel everyday judge by those people around me, and never measuring up to what they thought I should be. I know here in America we have this false image of what the perfect person should look like. They should be thin and tan perfect hair, perfect teeth, and no glasses, rich and if you don’t fit that you are wrong. I was an overweight kid and have always been heavy or fat if you like. And some others had no problem reminding me of the fact I was fat and they enjoyed pointing it out to me. How do you ignore something like that knowing they enjoyed making me feel bad or less of a person? Being left back a grade did not help either, making feel like I was stupider then my other classmates and not like they didn’t know I was left back either. After hearing comments and jokes at your expense what are you supposed to do? I didn’t have the mental tools to handle it I couldn’t process the information, and know I shouldn’t let it get to me. It did get to me every joke like a knife cut deep inside, every comment as black and blue that never healed. Each day, week, month, and year the pain grew more and more. I had no escape from it; even away from school I could still hear it in my head. The more you’re made to feel worthless you start to believe it as fact. So I became worthless and didn’t care how I did in school. They created a role for me and I started playing it, figuring it would make it stop hurting. But all it did was keep this vicious cycle to go on and on. I could have had a lot of hope and promise for the future was destroyed because someone else shaped how I saw myself. I wish I could say that now I see better and don’t feel the effects from many years ago, but I’d be wrong. I allowed my bully’s to shape my outlook on myself and to live every day in fear of what people thought of me. All of this just kept adding to the pain I carried around inside me to grow and grow. I remember being around 15 or 16 and asking to be committed, because I couldn’t face another school year. When being committed seems like a better option to me than having to go school another day says a lot about my situation. After that I got into drugs to help quiet the pain, and for those short moments it did. Every time I would get high on something I could escape the pain even for just a few moments. Yet every time I came down from the high the pain was still there and is laughing at me, knowing I couldn’t escape it. This lead to my suicide attempts, I tried on serval occasions. I had convinced myself that I would never live to see 18, and was very close to that goal. Yet somehow I went on every day the pain leading to depression and bi-polar disorder. After so many years of holding onto such great pain I had gotten use to hiding it from everyone. 

when i was little i got bully every day i got push down,called names,and a lot more when i got to middle school people still bully me BUT ONE DAY I STAND UP FOR MY SELF. also people now look at me like i'm a hero because i help people with bullying problems 

A little about my self I'm 14/6'7/and freshmen now also I love jesus christ 

No hard and fast rule can define the average parenting style! Parents impart their own beliefs and values on their children to make them learn. But other factors like luck, life challenges, money and responsibilities are beyond the parental control.

There are a few common themes in parenting: unconditional love, affection, empathy, guidance, discipline, cooperation and optimism.

But there are also 4 definite dos and don’ts of parenting:

1.     Optimism

•     Focus on finding solutions rather than to blame your kids
•     Do ask their responses/solutions on problems and don’t ever solve the problem single-handedly

 

2.     Responsibility

•     Always fulfill your commitments and don’t ever break them
•     Acts like guiders rather than being Lords of your kids

 

3.     Respect and Patience

•     Don’t insult them publicly
•     Let them speak even if they’re wrong and don’t dominate the discussions
•     Just reflect but don’t react to their opinions and feelings!
•     Talk patiently and never yell at them

4.     Relationship Building

•     Establish a trustworthy and safety net for your kids
•     Be honest and their ideal and don’t perform any illegal activity in front of them
•     Be open to discussions and don’t be too strict to talk with.
•     Celebrate together and don’t let them stay alone
•     Try to teach them, don’t try to dictate them

Practical Approach

You must now be wondering how you can fulfill all these responsibilities in your hectic routine! The primary purpose of my blog is to pursue a practical guidance approach for parents.

To be a modern parent, you’ll need modern tools for understanding your children well and mobile monitoring software such as Highster Mobile Spy is a nifty way parents can have to stay connected with their kids remotely.

Did I miss any important parental quality of yours? I hope, not! But in case let me know through your comments!

Ok this is an long and confusing story, but you'll get it. Ok on Instagram I made a new account for dance and I didn't want a lot of people to know it was mine. I only told me two best friends. At first they did not believe me, so I send them a video of me saying it was my account. The night before they made a best friend account and said that I copied them(I started the account that morning.) then the one friend had this one picture of me, so she sent to everyone even me, and everyone started commenting mean thing. Some of the other girls on there were starting to swear and me and their Christians. One of the girls that were swearing at me (I'm 13 and their 12) posted and picture of my account and told everyone not to follow it. Then the girl that sent the picture of me to everyone made an fake account about me, she copied all of my photos and posted them. I deleted all my photos besides like two. I was ready to delete both of my accounts, but I decided I just loge off for a little bit. I got back on and everything was fine. But today I was hanging out with one of those friends and I spent the night all week, and today she was tired and was leaving soon, so I told her that I'm leaving in two hours and that she could wait. She went back to bed, so I started twirling my baton (I'm a baton twirler) and I drop my baton and she told me to get out I'm taking a nap. I told her that it is rude to take a nap when you have guest over, she called me a brat. I called my mom and told her to pick me up. 1.) don't let people get in your head 2.) do not ever let anyone tell you what I do.

It is no secret that being bullied has taken the lives of a number of people, especially young people. I myself even attempted suicide on a few occasions, luckily God was protecting me at those times. From my days as a kid in elementary school, I was always picked on because I acted what was perceived to be "different." I was sensitive, caring and compassionate to others and that was NOT normal and one particular student hated how I was. Gianni, a taller black kid who made it his mission to make my life a living nightmare both on campus AND off. From taking my lunch money to pushing me off my bike on my way home, Gianni tried to get me to react to him. But I never gave him the satisfaction because I had so much anger inside of me from when I was physically abused as a toddler. If I let it go and retaliated against Gianny, I could have killed him. So instead of lashing out, my mom and dad enrolled me at Fred Vallari's school of Martial Arts, where I would go five days a week after school and eventually, become an assistant instructor as a late kid/early teen. It taught me discipline, control, focus and determination.

Same pattern followed me into Junior High and High School. I was seen as a "freak" because I acted so differently. Teammates from the football team would bully me in the locker room, on the basketball courts during PE class and of course the vicious rumors that were spread did not help my case either. I spent most of my lunches playing poker with another person who was outcasted by the school and then later we played poker with a History teacher (for NO money of course). Even in my adulthood I continue to be bullied because I am such a caring, compassionate, honest person whose integrity is 100% intact because I want it to be that way. I am told every day I leave and travel on public transport to "Go kill myself." Women and children point and make fun at me, to the point where now I am weary of leaving my own apartment. But I still go out when I must, to pay rent, get groceries, etc... but all the events have caused long lasting damage that is always in repair.

I continue to be who I am not just for myself but to protect and keep the legacy of my adoptive parents alive and well, to make them proud of the son they raised me to be.