Gone With Her - Non-Fiction Poetry - myself, identity, self-love

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 those of you- who have survived being bullied, who have been teased, who have accepted their selves for who they are, and learned to get rid of their low self esteem. So Please keep on fighting! © 2011 by _Patricia Etienne All rights reserved