He had an ego as big
As Mount Everest
And as fragile
As sugar glass.
Apply a small amount of pressure
And he shatters.
Shatters into shards
Of sharp words,
Cutting deep.
As I started
To bleed
He started to laugh.
In my most vulnerable,
And most insecure moment,
He laughed at me.
I guess you could say
I don’t have one
Of my own anymore.
Not even
The slightest amount
Of self esteem.
