
When I was a child... I was tortured and ridiculed by all the kids at school. They'd call me names and push me around. I had no friends. I hated
everyone. Nobody would talk to me. I soon became the quiet kid that sits in the back of the class... I could hear faint whispers. People talking about me everywhere I go. This made me hate the world, and everybody in it.
I suppose that leads up to now. All my life, I've been nothing but lonely and filled with anger. The picture above explains what I am today. The color is black. Yes, I realize it's not a color on the list. That is because you cannot define me, for I am unruly.