I Was Abused My Family

Everyone Picked On Me In School Because I Was In Foster Care.

I Couldn't Lie To Get Myself Fame And Fortune.

Hate Is A Cancer That Spreads One Cell At A Time.

Inside, My Soul Became So Cold I Hated Everything. I Even Despised The Sun, For I Knew I Would Never Be Able To Play In Its Warm Presence. I Cringed With Hate Whenever I Heard Other Children Laughing, As They Played Outside. My Stomach Coiled Whenever I Smelled Food That Was About To Be Served To Somebody Else, Knowing It Wasn't For Me.

I Buy Thousands Of Books A Year.