Misunderstood I was born on a cold day on December 20th, 1983. To both parents who loved me, but a world that hated me. I never thought in the years I’ve walked this Earth, I would have a story share. Isolated alone with my thoughts, as my thoughts told me nobody would care. It started back at a young age, when I was developing common sense. Being made fun of and bullied because of my uniqueness, it distorted my confidence. I remember vividly at recess, jumping in a game and the kids would reject me. As four boys tried to jump me for seeking acceptance, I had nobody there to protect me.The first kid ran towards me as I balled up my fist, swung and knocked out his tooth....