Abused, beaten, humiliated, broken... That was just a day in my life growing up. Made fun of, hit, slapped, just because I was meek, very skinny, wore glasses, was sick most of the time... That was just part of my screwed up childhood. But, what the bullies didn't seem to know and by the time I was in high school knew for sure was that the boy they tore down was becoming a beast that no one could tame.
I learned NOTHING in school but how to take punches and verbal, metal abuse. I do hope things have changed. Cause when I was in school, it was the poor kids that were at fault. I was the trouble maker, not the "star athletes" who couldn't read a 100 page book if their lives depended on it. Now most of those kids are either dead, in jail or junkies who couldn't keep a job let alone be worth a shit to society. I've gotten my vengeance there, by simply keeping a job, staying relatively out of trouble most of my life, taking care of my responsibilities.
I am no Mr. Perfect, but I am sure as hell still The Cursed because the memories of my sad childhood never leave me. The demons within me always torment me. And I am not one that takes things in stride. I face my demons. I fight day in and day out. To be the best that I can be. I find this to be a new awakening. I find it time, for me to step back into the ring. Renewed focus, renewed faith. I will destroy anyone in my path to my glory.
Friday, February 20, 2009
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