I'm better now.

Then was a time of confusion. A time where up wasn't up, down wasn't there, and me? Well, I didn't know what "Me" meant. The word "Me", didn't enter into the equation. It meant nothing because me wasn't wanted, they didn't want me, I didn't want me. So I became us, and we survived on bitterness and despondency, feeding on those we couldn't touch. We greedily devoured them with our eyes, finding fault in every article of clothing, in every word they said. We fed often. But we were never sated. Because in the end, no matter how much we fed, we were alone, and they were not. They knew their "Me". And us? We were many. Not fit to talk with, to laugh with, to live with those who had a "Me".

So we slunk and waited with those who's "Me" was dead. Their "Me" had died, it had died along time ago, and now they couldn't see "Me" and the word referred to something perverse, something that had been torn and ripped until nothing remained. They were less than "Us". So we used them, rejoicing at their every downfall, revelling in all of their sadness and confusion.

But the more we fed the less we became, the more we where, and me? I shrunk beneath the ever-growing flood of us. Those with "Me" could see us. They could see all of us and they hated us, just as we hated them. We were invisible, they passed us by, eyes looking past us, through us. And we where ashamed, so we fed more, and we grew more, and me? "Me" shrunk, it retreated, and was devoured by the us, and me became just another us.

And that's how I died.

I am much better now than I was then. I have picked up the pieces of me, sewn me back together with tape and love. I am me. But the us is still there, and when me is someone to hard to be. They come out and play in my mind. And feed. But as I said, less now then before. Because then was then and now is now, and I much better now than I was back then.