just call me Alexander,
lets start at the beginning
i was born on a warm April afternoon in Florida at 5:31 pm local time. but because of malpractice the forceps used to remove me pressed my skull together slightly disturbing the growth of my brain. because of this i have a diminished though capacity, but by no means am i not intelligent i just need more time to process information given to me and as a result my studies and schooling steadily declined as i grew older, not to mention the constant headaches i suffer from have progressively gotten worse and worse over the years. teachers had gotten so frustrated trying to work with me that they gave up on teaching me and moved on letting me fall behind more and more. if being slower wasn't bad enough my family life is cruel and unusual, my grandparents on my mothers side, he was a pedophile, and she was a nut and both would beat my mother. my fathers parents weren't as bad, she was a uneducated hick from the mountains of Kentucky who took $ 100,000 from my grandfathers life insurance and spent it all on trivial things, he was a sweet honest blue collar hard working man who meant the world to me but killed himself when she ruined his life by cheating on him and trying to leave him(when i was 7). my parents constantly shout at one another over money problems, and i get in trouble constantly for being forgetful. i was teased all through school and picked on by everyone for being overweight and slower then everyone else, until i got tired of it all and slammed into a kid giving him a concussion. it felt good to hurt someone who had tortured me for years who made my soul burn and skin crawl with every hurtful word spoken.but a teacher saw and sent me to the principal who sent me to a administrator. he told me that what i did was wrong and to apologize and when i refused he told me if i didn't he would make my life a living hell, i cracked the desk in half in anger and started to cry, i told him everything that had happened to me at the hands of every kid who picked on me. no proof he said until i showed him a journal of every hurtful day i had under the schools watch, some pages stained with blood, he took it from me and trashed it. a day later i was expelled no other school to go to i stay at home until now.
so tonight i hope pray and dream that someone, anyone at all will hear me and understand my pain and sorrow, the pain that tears me apart piece by piece and makes me cry for help that falls on deafened ears.