Story of a bully.To start with,I was a child of a divorce.My folks left me behind without any remorse.I still recall that it was a sunny day,when my parents chose to part on 'their' way.Never really saw my dad after that.He was a bald guy with a fancy hat.My mum's visits never lasted any longer.She used to send me a card on every Christmas and Easter.I was raised by my granny.She had a temper and never was funny!She fed me with the best food!Was rough on the outside but her heart was good!She always pitied my birth.Life with her was never a mirth.I was a loner, school was no fun!Kids used to tease me, named me 'The abandoned son'!Everyone around treated me as a mere junk.They used to call me 'The weird punk!"At school I wasn't very bright.I still recall getting into my very first fight!Fights made me audacious.I grew more tenacious.I was just hard to mould.Beating up the weaklings made me bold!Unstoppable, unbreakable, uncontrollable...I was truly despicable!Tormenting the me
Reality check.Why fantasy?'Cuz reality is prickly!
Once upon a time...Mirror mirror on the wall..Oh you scare me....I don't like you at all!No one truly dares to care for my fragile heart or the real me.All they see is an ugly face stuck on a thick body.
Bad Karma.Deceiving the world? Too easy!Deceiving self? Too hard!
My love story.No one's no more interested in it.