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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.


  • - Sierra


    Being bullied is terrible. It’s the worst thing growing up as a child. I remember when I was young, I used to pick at my scabs, and I eventually created scars on my arms, my legs, and even on my face. In fifth grade, a kindergartener came up to me and asked, “What’s wrong with your face?” I simply acted like I didn’t hear him, then I walked away trying to hold in my tears. Growing up for me was hard with this issue. In middle school, my scars on my arms and legs had faded, and the ones on my face were starting to fade, until I picked them again. I have no idea why I did this. To this day, I still have people calling me names, and trying to bring me down and hurt me. But I keep it together. I say to myself “Just ignore it, and then it’ll go away.” But it didn’t. The only thing that changed is that now they don’t say it to my face. They tell other people, and then the others tell more others. But as I go to sleep each night, I look at myself in the mirror. I touch my bright red scars. I look at my reflection and say, “You’re beautiful. Your smile is enchanting, and your eyes are sparkling. You will do your best to heal your wounds on your face and in your heart.” Then I reach for my adapalene gel and rub the cold liquid onto my face. I believe that if you get hurt because of what people think of your image, and you want it to stop then change:; you may want to change your image. But never change who you are.