#WritcoPoemChallenge
My life is an open book,
That led me through every nook,
And every corner of discovery,
Of life's long journey that's given me strength, and made me the person iam today.

I'm nobody special, just very different from the rest, I don't judge it's not my place. as I myself have made many mistakes.

I've done things I'm not too proud tòo admit. I'm far perfect, something I never forget. never forget where I've came from.

I've been hurt more times than I can count, always quick to forgive, I've helped, and given all I had, with very little in return.

my loyalty is rare, my intentions have always been good. I always mean well, but always misunderstood by most.

I grew up in a broken home, neglected, and unloved, with nowhere to go, noone to turn too.

I questioned my existence, even as a young child. wondering why me. what was life's purpose .

I seen things and been through thing's no human should ever have...