Miguel POV:My family always said I was the bad child,throwing me away into the bad pile. All my life been putting on a fake smilesitting on my own, feel like I'm exiledFeeling like I always do the wrong thingstelling all their friends that I'm the bad kid, though, it wasn't told only if they asked about me. I was an oddball in school and at home, in fact, wherever I went. I closed myself to the outside world and have learned to read expressions of humans. Beaten at home and in school, almost became a victim of rape. Y'all would think I was miraculously saved, but I wasn't, instead, I became a victim of domestic violence. Even in my home, I couldn't move freely. It was as if a chain had been tied to my neck to push and pull when needed.All this all started when I was ten years old. The age I got to know whom I was. People say you don't get to realize who you are until you become older, but that was not the same for me. At a very young age, I knew who I was and what I wanted. My
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