The tide

With it brings

A letter

For a message for the world

Of a young girl

With a pretty name

Named ranae

Dear person reading this letter,

On this day, I cry, this day I shed my heart. These girls in my class, bully me every day. Not with punches but with the way they act. One day I sat i a differ t spot at the lunch table, they said we didn’t have assigned seats, so I sat where I could talk to them, they just berated me all lunch, so when I got up the sat in my seat so decided detour sit away and tried to not cry. Wanting a friendship staring at the boys table wanting that friendship. A teacher came up to me wanting to asking if I was ok, I said yes and she didn’t believe but she just walked and started talking to me. Even at recess one time I just sat talking to the teachers cause I felt I had no friends. I tried so hard to seek validation that I gave up. The teachers soon noticed, they tried to help but it never worked. I had friends but not in my grade.

I always did everything myself at that school, I hated groupwork, and when we did it it felt like I was doing all of it.

There was once when I was in dance I got made fun of by some other dancers (behind my back if course) that I couldn’t do a somersault, why? you make ask, it’s because I had muscle development problems, due to my thyroid when I was younger.

I did know about this when I was young. I knew I felt alone, I knew I didn’t have that much friends, so I always escaped to writing crazy stories, drawing, books, I loved books as a child. Even in my class I felt they pretended to like me. There was only two. To four people who actually did not talk to me cause they would get bullied. Another story is that I wanted to play a game with some of my class and they said no so I cried under the yellow slide then near the end of recess they said I could join. But I knew why they waited for so long.

I guess with all of this has final,y caught up to me. I hate expressing my emotions cause others might have it worse, or they don’t want to hear it. I hate physical touch. I feel like a side character in my own life. I am also very independent, like I don’t want help but I know I need it…I want it..

I have friends now, that I changed schools, I feel happy, but also I don’t know what to do with my emotions. I have a secret I have been holding for awhile to, I’m bi, and demifluid. Pronouns she/them. But that is not the point, it’s that you shouldn’t be afraid of who you are…

But I know sometimes life makes us who we are. And for me,

I am a person who smiles, who laughs, who does t care what people think but deep I do. I try to help others with advice. I will bea doormat or even a punching bag for others, even when I hate it. I am also a person who knows peoples expressions, I understand a persons body language just by watching them.

I have more to say but for now I’ll end here…

Life sucks and I understand that, but we don’t need to despair dear reader. Even when it feels it might, look to the people around you and then think “what would happen if I’m not here?” I know for me that if I wasn’t here people would of died, people would be lost. We are meant for something which is why I wrote this dear reader. There is no need to be sad, look toward the clouds, there is hope, you just haft to see it even when your buried deep in the dark.

With love,

Feywild/ranae

With the tide

It brings a letter

Of someone who is broken

Even when the letter is broken

But also whole

It’s strange to see….

(Also guys I did edit my bio 😎😊)