Important Message to Self

This isn't so much a poem, a pretty piece or some prose.

It's more about the real life stuff, and about how karma is so real.

In high school I was sick, I suffered, and I was sad.

The people around me had stuck to me the label "bad".

And I tried to grow, tried to change; tried to rearrange the false ideas my peers had about me. 

All I had to do was wait, actually.

Now I am in high standing, I am healthy, and in college.

I have found my niche, and am not judged; I am revered.

The same kids who mocked me, hurt me, stole from me, lied to me and about me; those same kids keep getting into legal trouble!

Within the past five months, two people who wronged me deeply have faced criminal charges. I should not be surprised.

The same people who told me I would be nothing are now in a worse place than I ever have been.

I continue to grow, and they continue to be swallowed by the false belief that they are superior. 

I laugh at the idea that I was ever lesser. I laugh, now, because I am strong and they were always weak.