None of you know the real me, that's because I wear a mask. My mother is a alcoholic, and my dad abuses me whenever he feels the need. My grandmother calls me ugly, and fat. I'm not popular, and I don't try to be, many people dislike me, and I don't know why I never said a ill word against them. I make marks on my skin because I'm so unhappy with my life. I have constant stress put on me but I don't see it until something bad happens. You think I have a wonderful life, well you don't know me at all. I wast taught early in life the cruel ways of the world, looking at me now you'd never guess what goes on in my life, and here you thought my life was grand well I had you fooled. So now you know whats its like to be me.
