Did you know?

Dear pre-school teacher, listen here,

For now I can speak for myself.

I have no angst against your words,

Or your actions which spoke out themselves.

I only have a few questions.

Was it funny to watch me cry?

Did you enjoy punishing me without a reason why?

You left me in the gym alone,

A fightened four year old girl.

If you placed your feet in my shoes,

Would you feel the fear in my veins?

The day you grabbed my ankles

And tried to force me out of the car,

My mother gave me a choice that day,

And I lied.

I said yes but my heart screamed no,

I didn't want to go to school,

And to lie and say that I did

Made me feel like such an idiot for speaking such nonsense.

Why didn't you stop tugging?

Your grasp was tight, I still feel it.

Your voice boomed loud and clear,

I can still hear you laughing merrily.

Even when my mom pulled me out,

Your face haunted my dream.

For years, I had to live and fear

And then went through low self of steam.

The memories caused me to struggle

With anxiety on my shoulders.

Do you know what it feels like?

Like I'm carrying two large boulders weighing me down.

Remember this not of angst,

But only to forgive you

And your pitiful mistake.

However the case, I hope you're well.

I pray your family's fine

And that you'll see me for who I am.

I'm sturdy like a tree.

I'm not sure if you've changed

Or if you even care

To read this long letter

But if you do, then please take this advice.

If it's one thing I've learned,

Life is a movie of action.

Every cause has an effect,

And every effect has a reaction.

Sincerely yours,

              ~Amanda