Walls, Not for a House by Brenda

Walls, Not for a House by Brenda - July 2016 Scholarship Essay

Being alone takes a toll on you. It teaches you to hide your feelings and build a wall. If anyone gets near that wall, then just get far enough until they can't. That's how it's been since kindergarten and I was never taught different. Finally, in 8th grade I finally broke down. I'm not sure why, I was so confused. I was so good at feeling nothing, being an empty shell. So, why now? My teacher Miss Diana pulled me out of the classroom and asked me what was wrong. I didn't really know myself, a boy made fun of me.

I would come up with a sarcastic remark, but I didn't? I just kept crying instead. She grabbed a tissue and waited for me to regain myself. I told her I didn't know, that even that boy didn't affect me that much. She told me that if I was having such a hard time then why didn't I tell anyone. Well why should I? No one cared, not even my parents. I cried even more and started to tell her my problems, my loneliness. It all came out for the first time. And it felt good. Afterwards I usually just spoke to her than anyone else. She taught me, maybe without even knowing. That it's okay to tell other people your problem, your not alone. Even if you try to be.