My Picture Perfect Life

how could I forget how people would glare at me when I was a small child lost in my own world... I admit all my mischief was use for violence but, how can you even blame me when I was a victim on one of their torment? many people would stand and say "what a disgraceful child! who would taught such a young minded boy such effrontery behavior?" they taunt and mock as they see me with a blooded fist right after beating a poor boy to the ground out of anger.

"Mom please take me away please?"

I beg and pleaded as my knees gave in staring endlessly at the gray colored sky.