Who am I, what am I? Am I a friend ,am I an enemy do I care about the people around me or do I want them dead do I want my friends around me I don't know I look at so many people. People who are by my side I call them my"friends"sure I'll roll with that.And yes I may call them my friends. I may look happy but trust me I am not and it's not that I hate you.My whole life has been like that since the first grade no I take that back since kindergarten .I've been like that it was since the first day of school that. I walked in and I was felt that everyone and I mean everyone looked at me wanting to kill me. I swear it felt like I was a bunny and the school was lions, tigers, rino's,every animal you could think of looking at me. Ready to pound at me with the claws,there razor sharp teeth coming at me like the biggest stampede anyone has every seen. And the worst part of this torture is that there were other animals in the jungle yet they didn't care they wanted me there wish me dead laying on the floor. Blood all around me and they didn't care no one did not now not ever.
