Was I great when I fell down?

Was I great when I fell down? Did I impress you? Did I satisfy your selfish ambitions? Where you happy? Did you enjoy watching me failing in trying to get back on my feet? Did you enjoy watching me crawling at your feet asking for help? I can't imagine how happy you were when you hit me in my stomach making me groan. I still remember your laugh... It still haunts me at night, when silence rules my room. It still makes my blood boil. How much hate can lie in a human's body? I looked at you at that time and I felt pitty because I know that what goes around comes around and when time will come for you to fall I know you will never get back up. Not because you will not be able to, but because you'll be too afraid to do it. When that time comes, I will be there, at the bottom, waiting... You wonder what am I going to do to you? Simple. I will lend a hand to help you get up. That way you will go back to your fears, giving yourself in entirely to them. And if you fall again, I will always help you get up. So then again: was I great when I fell down? Because I think you're greater everytime you hit the ground. Don't you worry, I'll help you...