I wasn't a winner. Atleast not at first. That made me angry, and it made my heart hurt. I liked to play soccer, at least at the start. But they didnt see me with my charisma and heart. They saw the chubby kid, the one who was slow, and that's when I knew it was time for me to go. 

    So I stopped playing soccer, which is something I regret. I knew I'd never be a star, but yet, something still drew me to the game, although I gave up on it all the same. I let them break me, I let them win. I stopped trying to have fun, and stropped trying to run, gave up on fitness and sports and the like. I even stopped trying to ride my bike. But they made me stronger, although some will not see, because they helped to find who I was: what makes me, me.

    I don't support bullies. I don't like being picked on. I now speak against it because they were wrong. They didn't know the real me or what I could do, so my question is simple: how about you? Do you treat others fairly and with enough respect? Or are you the one who's living with pain and regret? Hurting other people will just hurt you more, so I'd like to open for you a new door. One that's much nicer and reaps more rewards, one that can help you to mend your own sores.

     People will hurt us and that's not okay. But it turned me into who I am today. Without the bullies and haters and such, I wouldn't be passionate, atleast not this much, about trying to stop kids from being so mean. Sometimes I wish they had ripped out my spleen. Atleast there would be a scar, a bruise or a scratch. What nobody tells you is that there's a catch. Verbal abusers leave no single sign, only the pain that they put in your mind. But the mind is a powerful, wonderful tool. One that can help you to decide for yourself, "who will I let rule?" Will it be the anger, the sadness, or fear? Or is there something else that can be done here? To stop further problems and even more pain. You have nothing to lose, but what is there to gain?

   Every time I speak out it just makes me stronger. I know that no one can hurt me any longer. I don't have to deal any more with their lies, because I myself have found another guise. I've found something better to do with my time, something that isn't concidered a crime. I can't fix what they've done but I can do one thing: stop others from hurting, and let kindness be king.