Esteem

A persons self esteem is like a vibrant tree,
Strong and sturdy in the breeze,
Growing taller and wiser with every day,
Until someone comes and takes it all away.

Like leaves dropping to the ground,
People who once smiled now wear a frown.
Awful words people say,
Follow you 'round from day to day.

The leaves drop off, as esteem drops too,
You start to think you can't make it through.
The days get longer, your mood gets worse,
Your friends see a change; your convo's are terse.

The few leaves left are barely enough,
It seems your whole life is getting tough,
It's such a struggle to finish the day,
You wonder if you should end it the easy way.

Particularly nasty words are said,
You heart feels like it's made of lead,
You just pretend you didn't hear,
And falls down your face, is a single tear.

The solitary leaf left on the tree,
Blows silently in the breeze,
Threatening to break at any time,
Showing the fragility of your mind.

And so you walk down the hall,
A kid hits you in the belly, your books all fall.
As others laugh, and as you sigh,
Inside, you desperately cry.

This is the last time they will take advantage of you,
For inside you just knew,
That this was the very last straw,
As a cold wind blows the last leaf to the floor.

© Christie 2006