I been burned stomp on and hated im am always in trouble and shown no love I am not a cutter because I am not about that life I am alone when I was born I always got in trouble screamed at and told something is wrong with me I cannot and will not cry I cannot admit I am wrong and I not always right I walk down a sad path but my father says I walk down stupid street why am I not depressed the las time I got smacked was last month my mother.I been in love with a boy who saw me as a image but not as a person.Days pass I try to stay strong but my tears claim victory
who am I?
Its a mystery to me because my pain is stolen and my weakness has became gold what the eyes cant see but the heart can tell. no pain no gain right???
