I guess we all have had situations that have influenced out life for years to come, some talk out others don't.
I figure people can have use of my personal experience and thoughts.
Now that I finally dare to speak out, to help others.
I remember in third class it began.. At the beginning it was only timely words thrown away to annoy one. In fourth class it began to get physical, the bullying.
I told the teachers, they did what they could but didn't take it to serious unaware of the scars my soul would carry for many years.
Hidden behind a golden screen they where out of sight to me.
This bullying would carry on 'till 6th class. Every day in school was a royal pain.
Some how I managed to get the physical attacks to stop in 5th class, due to fighting back.
But the none physical terror would only get worse, unaware as I was.
I don't know how I managed to stay alive but during 7th class I changed class all together.
The mental & physical terror stopped for a good while, I made new friends who where well able to defend me, even willing to.
As they though left school I was on my own again, it slowly began to pick up again.
As luck would have it I was in a limited social circle so I could hide as needed.
But still I knew in the shadows the bully's where waiting.
It's like shaving with a razor sharp kukri, its sure to go give you a scar some time.
For me quite often, 6 years is a long time. I often thought of suicide, but due to my family I never even tried.
You must know, I wasn't a weak individual, quite the opposite.
But you know, its like the elements... It tears you down slowly 'till there's nothing left.
Then one day, just a few summers ago I meet a gal. Love at first sight, this was my wakening call to see, learn and analyse myself. Then I tore down the golden screen and I could see the scars on my soul.
You know those who say "Time heals all wounds" don't quite know what they are talking about. The only sure thing time does is to kill ya.
It took me 10 years to even dare to approach a gal, in a "normal" manner.
The wounds are still there, but now I am aware of them and treat them.
Catch you around,
Voltaire