From the start things wasnt going like peaches and cream...

She was born into being something different than the rest of her bloodline...

Her light irrataied even the ones whom were supposed to be locked to her thru dna, but saidly those ppl mark and ostracized her stronger than the plauge ....

Battles over take her mind with the thosughts of ' life would be better with less of a fuck up like you', 'life nor will ppl miss you forreal , i mean who are you for ppl to care?' ...

Or feeling like such a toy that is placed back on the shelf until the owner thinks your worthy to play again ....

Even though to the physical eye you would never guess the hurt, distain, & questiong that occurs inside of her ...

Being always the odd ball in every situation, playing with her demons & getting to know them has seem to become the world she lives in bc her world is always changing and going from this & that here for a moment gone in the next ...

Longing to feel more than just the go to person ...

Longing to fill the void of being their for everyone but who's there for her?...

Settling bc her choosing only seem to lead her more into questioning of 'what is wrong with me ?' ...

Self destructing to the point what was a life anymore? Is being here just being a shell ?...

Picking up the pieces that are left and trying to fix the puzzle there isnt a picture to tell what the puzzle should entail but still even w/out a physical representation she pieces it together all by herself, rising to every occasion even with all the hurt pain inside her she doesnt destory the world only herself ...

Know that now you know some of her story , how can you judge her the way you do ? ...

Shit, think if this was you how would u want others to view you?..

Well lets be honest if this was you , how many of u would even have the balls to express something so raw and vulnerable for you ?...

Her story ....