i am

your words were poison
slowly stealing my life away

your eyes were piercing
like bullets, missiles

your jeers were virulent
earthquakes shaking my ground

your threats were terror
from which i could not hide

but i rebuilt
i dodged
i held steady
and i ran

here i am
now what can you say
yes, i suffered, though i am stronger
now what can you say

Another situation-long-since-removed thought. This is one of the most in-your-face and directed ones I've ever written, about the guys at my high school who had worked to make my life Hell. I think of it as almost vindictive in its tone. It reminds me much of the general emotion that Anastacia uses in the songs she writes (though I had no idea who she was at the time).