Personal Narrative Analysis

I was near the breaking point. I was using every ounce of energy from within my body to keep everything together, to keep all of my emotions and tears locked up from the rest of the world in fear of exposing my true weakness. It was quite possibly the only (currently) living thing that was capable of shattering my entire life. Even when I felt like I was on top of the world and my entire life was bursting with excitement and enthusiasm, words would always result in my downfall. I never fully understood why such a small, insignificant thing was capable of shutting my entire body down. It just doesn't make any sense.

I was unusually tough though, unlike most girls my age. Not the 'oh I'm so tuff! I'm so gangsta!' kind of way. When I say 'tough' I simply mean strong enough to withstand excessive force without crying or complaining about the pain, not that I go around picking fights or trying to make myself look superior to everyone else. Trust me, if there's one thing I absolutely despise it's fighting. Of course when you're being bullied it's not like you have a say in whether or not you want to participate in daily beatings or harassment. It's not like you can tell the principal or a teacher, well, you can actually -but everyone knows what happens to snitches: they end up in ditches. …show more content…
Maybe no one will notice me, I would always try to convince myself the night before school, maybe they'll finally leave me alone. But that was never the case,