Sticks and Stones
…may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
But they do, don’t they?
What gives a person the right to make another person’s life a misery? Why should certain people be victimised when we are all supposedly “equal?”
Why should anyone be made to feel so alone, like they’re the only person in the world?
They wake up every day, knowing that it will be the same as the day before and the one before that. The same as it has been for weeks, even months. They force themselves out of bed and prepare for a day at school. A place to “learn,” a place where equality is flowing, like a fast paced stream. Or so it’s said to be. However, that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Instead, it’s a place that accepts no individuality. Anyone who differs from “normal” is victimised, entangled into a web of sadness and kept there until every ounce of hope, confidence and self-esteem is drained from them; the same way a spider catches a fly. But what is normal? And who has the right to define it? They spend their days trying to be this preconceived idea of what is “normal.” But no matter how hard they try to fit in, they still get torn apart like a helpless antelope amongst a pack of lions. No matter what they do, there is still always something that isn’t accepted.
Surrounded by the faded voices of authority, who have the unintentional audacity to cry out phrases like, “kids can be cruel!”
When the day is over and they get to go home to escape, there is a sense of relief that there will be no name-calling, trying to fit in or anyone dictating what the norm is for a while. “How was your day?”
“Fine thanks.” The same reply as always, but it wasn’t fine was it?
Yet they keep it a secret like none of it matters, no one is any wiser of what they are going through. They walk upstairs, lie down and cry. Every name, every insult, every time they got pushed and shoved, taunted, left out, comes flooding back and the tears flow like a burst pipe. When they finally stop, they turn on their computer. Log on. Only to find, there is no escape.
You see, technology is great…when used correctly. However, that same technology can become one of the worst tools mankind ever got his hands on. The bullying continues from home. Facebook, Twitter, Myspace etc, are all ways to socialise with your friends, but instead they are used to abuse, humiliate and make people feel like they are a waste. A waste of time, energy, life.
What is the point of being here?
They ask themselves so many things, questioning the worthiness of their existence, until they finally snap.
Everyone comes to realise what has been going on, but it’s all much too late. People wonder why. Why would someone want to end it all, just like that?
The saddest thing? This is happening to numerous people… Every. Single. Day. What seems like a big joke to you, may affect others in ways you couldn’t imagine. That prank call you just decided to make out of boredom, has just rid the person on the receiving end, of their last fraction of confidence. The anonymous hate you just gave someone because you “felt like it” has just added another scar to that person’s body. The person you pushed over, is already being abused at home. The person you called fat, is now starving themselves. The person you made fun of for crying, is losing someone close to them. You’ll never fully understand others’ circumstances, so don’t for one minute assume that you do. Because, one day (God forbid), it could be you on the recieving end. It’s all too common. So next time you are about to judge someone for their differences, think of what it could be like being on the receiving end. We have all, shamefully made someone unhappy at some point in our lives, malicious or not. And most importantly- STOP. If you have nothing nice to say, do not say anything at all.
Maybe we should all stop trying to be replicas of people who are for whatever reason, “accepted.” We should learn to love our differences. Without them, we would all be the same. Carbon copies.
And to anyone who is going through this, it WILL get better. No matter what you are victimised for. Sexuality, race, size, appearance, beliefs, religion... Know that you are just as important as anybody else on this planet. Their existence is no worthier than yours.
Everybody is beautiful in their own way; do not be afraid to be your own kind of beautiful.
Just remember, that is impossible to hide an ugly heart, so one day, all the people who kicked you whilst you were down, will be seen for who they truly are. Be a shepherd, not a sheep. And most importantly, never fear to be yourself.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me.
Sticks and stones break only skin,
while words are ghosts that haunt me.
Pain from words has left it’s scar,
on mind and heart that’s tender.
Cuts and bruises have now healed,
it’s words that I remember.”