They threw things at me, they screamed, they called me all sorts of things, but if only they knew. If only they knew how they tortured me, hurt me and manipulated me.
I wasn’t always like this, I was once happy and carefree, I was normal for heaven's sake!
I am broken. No one cares.
As time went on I eventually turned into what they said I was, a monster.
But in truth I was a mess. A broken one.
You think I’m a monster?
Then you weren’t paying attention.
K.D. Hollow
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