I have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape. I came here to talk about my struggles and how I have found a way to become stronger. I have been getting bullied, rejected, and made fun of since elementary school. School was not the best place for me either; they are just places where people make you feel like you are not good enough. The world has tried its best to break me but only allowed me to be stronger. I have witnessed change in people around me, but never believed that it was possible to change. I always saw my life as a car crash; there are going to be lots of scars, but in the end it will turn out alright. (Note: I did not intend for this to be such a serious piece, but I think this is what has become of my thoughts due to the depression and anxiety that has plagued my life.)
Title: “This is how you feel when someone says you are beautiful. : “
Title: [the title of a post]: “I am not beautiful. : “
Title: [the title of a post]: “I am not beautiful. You are a very smart girl. I think everyone should see you this way.” : “”
A poem about passion and pain.
If there is one thing I have learned in life, it’s how to love and how to live one’s life for a purpose. “i have been bent and broken, but – i hope – into a better shape.” My name is Aiden Muir. I am 11 years old, I go to a school that has at least ten percent of gay students. It is hard enough being the only gay person in school, now I am in elementary school where it gets even more intense. I’ve been bullied for my whole life, but I have always found a way to fix it. I’m a very good writer and am truly passionate about what I do when it comes to writing. At eight years old, writing was something I did every day. I wrote stories that made me laugh and cry, and sometimes both at the same time. Now as an adult, my favorite kind of story is one that shows the true nature of human emotions. That’s how I came up with my first poem, simply because I had experienced a lot of pain.
At first, being traumatized by the bullying on the school bus was hard. I felt like I wasn’t good enough for anybody to like me, and would often cry for many hours at a time. As a child, I didn’t understand the things that happened to me. One day however, when I turned nine years old, something changed in me. I was walking home from school, and that little girl who had been bullying me for so long came up behind me. “Oh, so you finally got the nerve to do something about this?” she said. I froze up and quickly pulled away from her. She then ran off home and I walked on home feeling like it was the first time in my life that I had been happy.