Ever since I was a young girl things was very rough for me. I didn't have the best things but I still had family who cared for me. I didn't get that much attention as often, but I acted as if I did. I didn't get all the things I wanted sharing the same clothes and shoes with 8 other kids. I used to dream on about having a happy life, to find out that the people here are not my real family and I was adopted twice. My real mother gave me away at birth and to find out what hurts being a crack baby that only makes it worst! It hurts to know that my family didn't want me and didn't give me a chance to grow with them maybe she couldn't take care of me? or maybe my dad was a jhondo? but who's to say I will Neva find them to tell them how abused I feel and abandoned. It feels like my life is a lie and my Family is scattered and all I could say is my Dreams are Shattered.
