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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

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.

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  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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