Who am I?
A grown woman looking through a hurt child’s eyes. Wanting to be loved, in need of drugs. Love hurts, I am bruised, I`ve been abused. Since grade school life`s been a joke at my expense. I don`t like people because of it. I can`t trust I was abandoned at age seven. I cry because I am not who everybody wants me to be.
I am not who I want to be.
I`m a nobody.
I`m no good.
I`m always misunderstood.
I`m tired of being Bre!