Thanks to You

Because of you

I was always scared just to express myself

In any sort of art

In front of any sort of person.

You tore those pages from my book,

A deep, dark, and personal part

Of my life,

But not before humiliating me

And reading it aloud

For everyone to hear.

Little did you know

How hurt I was.

How fragile I was.

I was already borderline suicidal

And had I not had my family care for me so damn much,

You would have been the straw that broke

The camel's back.

I hope you know who you are.

I hope and pray to God every day that you’ll one day look back

And really see what an asshole you were that day.

I hope and pray to God that you change as all my other bullies did

Because, from what they tell me,

And what I see from you on my social media feed,

You haven’t changed a bit.

But I’ve changed.

I’ve grown.

I’ve learned that you’re nothing but a tiny little blip in my life–

Just one I won’t forget.

The fact that I won’t forget you isn’t a good thing either,

Not until I see you one day and can really say

“Wow, you’ve really changed.”

I won’t let that memory or that feeling of humiliation stop me

From doing what I love.

I’m bigger than you

Stronger than you

And I am only more fucking resilient

Thanks to you.