My self-esteem is like a mirror. Only one word or action is needed to crack it, make it splinter and hit the ground as a thousand shards. I have to drop to my knees and try to collect up all the pieces again, try and put them back together, like a jigsaw made of glass, whilst you just stand there smirking. Sometimes you take the pieces and trample them, because just breaking the whole picture isn't enough. If you're feeling vindictive, you'll even stand on my grasping fingers as they try to gather the shards up.
It takes me a while to put it all back together, because no one bothers to help, and I'm not good at jigsaws anyway, but finally I manage it, or almost, because there is always one piece missing, one bit that's completely reduced to dust. But it doesn't matter, really, it never matters.
Because you'll do it again. And again and again and again, until there are no shards left and I'll be standing there, surrounded by nothing