Are you the one who beat me, then mocked me for crying? Are you the one who told me I was too slow and dumb? Are you the one who asked "What's wrong with you, Uliv?" Are you who would knock the books from my arms? Are you who said I dressed like a hobo? Are you who choked me until I passed out? Are you who laughed and pointed and whispered? Are you who reacted the only way you could?
When I was among you, a splinter infected, you were children faced by an unfortunate task. You had to muster the courage to pull me, to make sure I never got one step without knowing my place. When did you know it? Was there a memo? Is it something you see in me, even still? I've never won. I've never tried. People I've met since you have seen to my place.
When I was fading that day, when you choked me at recess. With kids all around, hiding the view. Why didn't you finish? Why didn't you kill me?