Remember when we first met?
At recess on the pavement
In my little white dress
And pink high tops.
Six years old.
You didn't care that it hurt,
So you did it again
And again
And again.
You came into my life
And refused to leave
Until I "grew up".
Well I grew up.

You met the daughter of bullying,
Her foot in your side.
She didn't care that it hurt.
She didn't care that you cried.
"Grow up" bullying told her father.

I met you again at the new school.
New town, I thought,
This will be better.
Boy, was I wrong.
The weird girl.
The girl with the black t shirt.
But you could no longer hurt me.
I had a wall,
Made of bricks
Piled one on top of the other,
Even taller than you.

You found me again,
When my wall went crashing down.
When she left me,
You found me.
You made them leave me.
You didn't care that I cried
During the national anthem
On a Tuesday morning
In homeroom.

You got worse.
Because you got silent
You became a knife in my back
Whispers across the hall
To the girl with the beautiful long hair.

You started giggling
From across the white tiled classroom,
While you stuck you "Hello My Name Is" stickers on my forehead.
So everyone could laugh with you.

But I am here to tell you one thing.
You are wrong.
I am not the weird girl.
I am the beautiful girl.
I am the happy girl.
You lost.
And I don't care if you hurt.