Observations

I'm an observer. I see you all I hear all your comments to each other. I'm sitting in class, I hear you whispering about some guy or girl. I see you laugh when a student gets a problem wrong in front of the class. I see you pick on that student because they're “too fat.” I watch you look at that girl in disgust because she's not wearing makeup. I watch you look at that guy is disgust because he doesn't have abs. But what I really question is when did we get like this? When did we get so happy when we see someone fail? Why does it make us so happy to see someone cry? Nobody knows the answer. Let me tell you one thing. We allow people to change us. Each morning we wake up, the first thing we do is look at social media. We look at these images of how we should be. Students walk into this school already having to deal with pain from home, then having to deal with the pain from others at school. They sit in class wondering if they belong here anymore if anyone would care if they are gone? We feel invisible. Then one comment changes everything. They say “why don't you just kill yourself?” quickly after they say “I'm just kidding.” But that doesn't matter anymore, nobody sees the pain until it's too late. The hardest part is after you're gone it doesn't stop. People make comments like “they did it for attention” but they don't see they did this all along. Rudeness is the weak person's imitation of strength.  We must hurt others to feel the power in ourselves. A wise man once said, “we make a living by what we get but we make a life by what we give.”