They laughed at me, they teased me, they pushed me, they kicked me.

They lied to me, told me that I was worthless. They hurt me, they told me they loved me.

They didn't listen to me, they told me they knew me. They ignored me, they told me I was

the only one.

 

A shell. Words. Tears. Anger. Pain.

 

What does this make me? Who am I? Am I what they say? No, says a voice.

 

Their words were meant to tear me down and make me less than nothing. My chest became heavy

as though knives were tearing my heart open. Words breaking me. Enough.

 

If you have nothing now, what will you gain by staying? Nothing.

They beat me down. What am I going to do now?

 

With no one at my side, I went outside. There's a swing I've loved since I was little, the only place

I go when it gets too much. I start to go in motion and look up, the wind is blowing through the trees.

Clouds are moving, the sun is beating on my face. I contemplate who I am. I know who I am.

 

I run my toes through the grass. I know who I am.

I write because I want you to see...

No one limits you but yourself.

 

I write because you are amazing. I write for you. For me.

People make you feel how you let them. You can do anything. Anything at all.