I'm living in a world surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme about sticks and stones, as if broken bones hurt more than the names I got called and I got called them all, so I grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with me, that I'd be lonely forever... I hid in a dream and imagined a better life, one surrounded by truth hope and light, but till this day I never imagined there could be such a thing as reality, How is this even a thing? With people telling you who you wanna be, Sometimes my dreams are like nicotine, Where I find myself never wanting to wake, Because in reality I'm being called godforsaken names for goodness sakes, Say I'm rebellious, Say I'm bad, But we all know that the real truth us that I'm just a little bit... ...Troubled... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey guys!! I hope you like my story. I made the cover myself and half of the description. The other half belongs to Shane Koyczan from the 'Till This Do project'