Calling me names (Shortest Poem)

I wanted to write,

write the shortest poem,

a poem of pain,

pain and struggle,

struggle with you,

as well as myself,

Calling me names, 

mimicking me,

putting me down,

degrading me,

defiling my dignity,

deriding my sense of self,

where does it take us?

Then in me a storm arose,

first it got me split,

then remade me,

I faced you,

and withered were you.