Then and Now

by victini456

March 5, 2015

The world,

5 billion people,

Some wealthy, some poor,

Some smart, some not,

Then there is me.

Separated yet connected,

There may be others similar,

But they are not me.

Belonging but isolated,

Bonds shattering then rejoining,

Becoming stronger,

While also weaker.

Haunted by ghosts,

Shadows, illusions,

Growing as it drags behind me,

Becoming one with me.

Hollow, a crystalline shell,

Tossed and battered by the waves,

Broken, shattered, crumpled,

That was me.

Blinded by light,

Pulling me out of the darkness,

Waking me from my Nightmare.

Given home, shelter,

Providing warmth and comfort,

Accepting my weaknesses,

Nourishing my strengths.

Vanquishing demons,

Dwelling only on misery,

Shrinking into a speck of dust,

Finally separated.

Life filling in the hole,

Shaped smoothly by the waves,

Restored, fixed, secure

This is me.

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victini456Mar 5, 2015

<p>When I was a kid I was bullied through every possible means of doing so. I was physically abused, mentally tortured, and ridiculed online. Because of this I constantly changed schools yearly. I soon became isolated, and started to fear people would always end up hurting me in one form or another. But, then I met a group of people who were truly nice to me and accepted me as who I am. Those people helped to become who I am today where I can look back at who I was and not be scared that everybody that I meet is like that. </p>

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