III.

My Childhood To Youth.

I felt that my mother's house was a prison and what a price I was paying just for wanting to be happy. Everything is confusing and it made me feel horrible, I couldn't take it anymore, mom let me go, I'm not in charge here and you're not leaving here.

I would go to school until my classmates beat me, "Hey look at the ugly woman, huy the ugly one, we're going to hit you, Profe helps, Prof" He was always looking for an adult to be with him during recess, "Prof, how is his house, it's pretty right, teacher take me to your house, I ask you please "

Let's go, where are you going stupid girl I'm going to hit you, leave her to me, abuser the girl take, let yourself be humiliated ungrateful.

I always watched children pass by the window playing and I was always tied up every day I cried, * let me out please help my voice. In vain she helped ...

It rained a lot, she came and said rudeness, she mistreated me, she beats me, mom, mom.
Shut up, stupid girl, mom, I never played as a child, my stepfather burned my wrists when I adored them ...