Teen Issues

School was mild version of hell for me. The moment I entered I was deemed an outsider. Through the years it only got worse. In High School I was an outcast who couldn’t fit in no matter how hard I tried. It didn’t matter whether I wore fancy clothes or joined different groups. I was still an outcast. I was the target for cruel classmates who loved to tease and taunt me on a daily basis. My only escape came through writing poetry and reading. I reached a point where I felt totally alone.

When I began to sneak into the liquor cabinet after school I knew something was truly wrong. I took a few sips of vodka and wanted so badly to numb the pain. Though my father and his abusive nature was no help. I turned to my mother who was a free spirit. She too had gone through hell all through school. If anyone knew what I was going through it was her. I approached her in the kitchen one day and asked if we could talk. Not wanting my father to hear I asked it we could go somewhere. My mother suggested that we go for a long walk.

We walked from one end of our small town to the other. I told her about the problems I was having at school. She listened to my problems and then told me of her experiences. She encouraged me to not give up. Perhaps the other kids were jealous of my talents. Whatever the reason for bullying me I had to learn to walk with my head held high. She told me to stand up for myself. To ignore the cruel taunts and to inform the teachers of what was happening.

I had to walk away from the temptation to drink. Drinking would solve nothing. I had to be myself and try to make friends. Even if I didn’t have any luck making friends then it wouldn’t be the end of the world. Concentrate on my school work and continue writing my poetry. The more we walked through town the more people we met. Soon their was a group of us who walked through town. I learned to be more outgoing and to stand up to bullies. My mother did everything she could to raise my self-esteem. All I had to do was go up and ask to talk.