People think my life is all put together, but it is not. My mom walked out on my three brothers and me when I was 6 months old. She tells me it is my fault. My life is not even near perfection. My mom won't even talk to me. My brothers are getting into a lot of trouble with the law and I don't know what to do. I try my best and school. I keep a face that shows i am not torn up. Truth is I have been hit by my mom and by other people. I put on a mask to show i am not beaten and scared. My life is torn up and in the process of it, it ripped through my heart and left me behind. I don't like showing emotions I hate being pitied but i will never forget what it felt like to be loved. I act like nothing bothers me and truth is it dose. This is the real me and I thought you would love to see whats under the covers.
May 21, 2012