to this day, kids are still being called names. The classics were haste, stupid, and haste-bass. It seems like each school has an arsenal of names getting updated every year. And if a kid breaks into school and no one around chooses to hear it, do they make a sound? Are they just background noise of a soundtrack stuck on repeat when people say things like kids can be cruel? If you can't see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror. Look a little closer. Stare a little longer. Because there's something inside of you that may you keep trying. Despite everyone who told you to quit, you built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself. You signed it, they were wrong. Because maybe you didn't belong in a group. Or a click. Maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything. Maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth to show and tell but never told. Because how can you hold your ground if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it? You have to believe that they were wrong. They have to be wrong. They have to be wrong. I'm not sure I'm right, but I'm sure you're right. They were wrong. They have to be wrong. They have to be wrong. They have to be wrong. They have to be wrong. you