Your Story

Share Your Story

People from all over the world have been bullied and cyber bullied. They have shared their stories, poems and experiences with you. By learning about what others go through, you come to realize that many targets go through the same struggles. You are not alone. We may post your story or poem on our site. If you wish to post your story you can click now.


  • - Art


    My name is Art. I’m thirteen years old and I have already dealt with the tortures bullying holds. I have a brother named Jake, a cat that recently died, a dog named Lucy, and two divorced parents. And this is my story. It started when I was six– I think it happened because when I was little, I didn’t understand what was bullying and what was kindness; it was my innocence that made me a target. My parents always told me I was good at making friends, even when it was just random strangers, but it wasn’t like that when I went into elementary school. I kicked and screamed and told them I wanted preschool again, because I was obsessed with never letting my childhood go, never growing up. I only made one friend throughout all of kindergarten, and another in first, but that was it. Not even a group of friends through all of Pre-K, first, second, or third grade. In second grade, my parents put me in a Catholic school. This was probably the worst idea they ever made (because I’m not Catholic, so I was bullied for being different). I don’t know why they put me in there, they probably thought I would make more friends and be like a normal kid, but it was the opposite.

    I was bullied for the stupidest of things:

    Liking hello kitty
    Not being able to be in most of the activities because of religious purposes
    Being so weak

    Liking Hello Kitty

    I’d say it was the first month of the new school year when it started, the taunting. Three kids were the “leaders” (as I call them) of the main bullies throughout the school. Two were boys (I forgot their names, though) but strangely, I remembered the girl’s. The other was a girl named Noel. Now Noel, I could see, didn’t like bullying. But I knew why she did it– if she didn’t do it, then she would be the one picked on. I forgave her, and secretly, behind the other’s backs, we were friends. One day, the taunts they threw at me hurt so bad, I turned to Noel– who was the one hurting me the most– and screamed (something along the lines of) “How could you do this? Noel, stop! We’re friends!” And she told me something that shattered me. She told me that we were never friends, that I was just garbage. That’s when I knew I wouldn’t have any friends. Then, one day during recess, I was sitting alone against a wall by the cafeteria that was an opposite building a little bit away from the school. I was sitting with my Hello kitty lunchbox reading my Hello Kitty book. The three came up with a few others and questioned me on how I could possibly like something so childish. I couldn’t even defend myself and for three months straight, they wouldn’t stop teasing me about that one moment. I hated them for even that.