Poezja

 



Then:

          They bullied me,

Made me feel much smaller than what I really was,

Not knowing How to deal with pain I kept inside.

Woe is me

As I cried in grief

Staring at myself

Laying still

As I wish the minutes would be

But twos not


After:

          They made me feel low.

          Called me ugly

          And stepped on every ounce of confidence I had stored.

          Like thieving pirates searching for my sacred treasure,

          They found my self-esteem and took from me.

          The priest said a prayer and placed me to rest.

          My friends and family all shed their tears.


Now:

          I did it! I dealt with her.

Her blood falls on my hands,

But a problem she is to me no more.

They teased and bothered both her and me so much

That I came to a point where I killed myself

I have committed suicide.

The greatest act I have ever done.

I killed her low self-esteem,

Her below zero confidence

And her tradition of crying

But I live,

Proud of myself

And of who I am.

No longer obliged

To the comments they make of me

Or the opinions they have.

For I have committed suicide to her.


Note From author:

This piece of writing is dedicated to all of those who have survived
  bullies, who have been teased, who have accepted themselves for
who they are, and learned to get rid of their low self esteem.

So Please keep on fighting!


© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne

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