In fourth grade I was bullied
Tormented by kids who still clung to their stuffed animals

Crying became an everyday activity
I cried enough tears to fill the pacific ocean….twice

I was told over and over sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you
But that's false! The words were tearing me apart piece by piece
I was being eaten by kids who clung to hope that santa claus was real

I was told that I would be ok. But would I?

Years passed and it only got worse
Good days began slowly slipping away
and although I reached for hope searching desperately like a kid searching for buried treasure at the beach
But i could not find my treasure

The phrase you will be ok haunted me like a dream
And i prayed that that dream would just come true already
So i pretended that it did

I kept telling myself I'm just living life
trying to hide the fact that my anxiety and insecurity is eating me up inside like a deadly virus

I am walking on a bridge of drama and negativity
Waiting like a damsel in distress
Looking for a prince who is never going to come

But then a hand reaches out to me pulling me out of a pit of fiery conflict
And i realized for myself that I am going to be ok

And the hope that I so desired began growing in me,
Starting a war in my heart and in this war the happiness is finally winning

And as i look into my future i see peace because I know now that everything is going to be ok