Faith and fate
As a child I was picked on, tortured, and humiliated A outcast of the worst sort. A child who had no voice of his own No say No reason to celebrate Yet I did every day As a child I didn't know way As I don't even now No guidance has ever been just given to me I had to search for it to be found Even now I prefer living alone Over the fairytale home As a child I failed I dropped out of school Only to work in a factory No It wasn't to be cool I didn't have choice For my back was to be broken And... Sign in to see full entry.