Living Inside a Glass Cage

Life inside a cage

    At the age of 6, I found people to be cruel.  I wasn't a good talker or people person. I was shy and awkward.  Yet they took advantage of that, to pick on me. No adults noticed and no hero came to save me.
      At first, it was name calling and insults. I could deal with that. Afterall, they were just words.
      But it soon turned to violence.  They would throw stuff at me, kick me to the ground or try to leave a permanent physical scar. I became afraid and ignored. Ever adult turned a blind eye just so that they wouldn't have to deal with any trouble. My mother said to ignore it but it didn't help.
      They would get angry when I ignored them and would hurt me more. In the end, I became afraid to go outside of my house. As long as I was inside they wouldn't hurt. How wrong I was. My own little sister joined in on the bullying, I dont think she knew back then that it was wrong. But her words and actions affected me more since she was my own flesh and blood. How cruel.
      As time went by I never left my house unless it was needed. The only times I left the house was for school, going to the store, or when my parents/relatives were with me.
      During that time, I never made friends and the one did make would soon leave. So I turned to books. They helped to escape from the nightmare I was living in, I feel calm and safe with a book. I felt that the person wrote it would be speaking to me.
       When I entered 5th grade, I made friends at school. They weren't my age, they were actually the bus drivers. They treated me kindly. Many may ask why I chose them as my friends.  That's simple. The kids treated them just like me. I went to a private charter school, so the bus drivers were also in charge of serving food and cleaning the cafeteria. The kids disrespected them, they wouldn't even pick up after themselves saying that it was their job and that's how they make their money.
     I was angered by this so I help them instead of eating, the kid said I  was weird but I was fine with that. 

       When I entered Junior high I was a nervous wreck. But I was able to gain 4 friends. I was happy. I finally had people to call friends.  My mom was happy too because I would cry a lot to her about me not having any friends. But I lost those friends. They didnt know me so I guess we weren't friends so what were we.
      But what hurts most is knowing that I lost a childhood friend in the process. I'm a junior and I have a small group friends. But those 4 abandoned me because they thought I was weak. My own friends left me because I was always sad and wasn't good at expressing my emotions. My own childhood friend even went as far to say that I was the reason to her depression and that she was tired of me.
      But I found from that, that I have friends that have stayed with me. Even when I'm extremely depressed or when they dont know what to do with  me they haven't abandoned me. I'm grateful to them. If I could talk to my past self, the one that always cried, who hated herself, who was lonely. I would tell that everything will be okay. That she will find people that will be her heroes to, that there are people will make sure she wont be locked up again. Because I know my friends got my back and I'm happy to have such great friends