Sometimes someone hurts you so bad, it stops hurting at all. Until something makes tou feel again , and then it all comes back. Every word, every hurt every moment. How could you ever understand where I come from ? Even if you ask, even if you listen, you do not really hear , or see or feel. You don't remember my story. You haven't walked my path. You haven't seen what I've seen. My past defines me. This is who I am. I am unseen,unheard,unwanted, that is what I am.