past pain

Those who know me, don't know my past. People call me different, that's who I am, I was raised differently than to those born with a silver spoon in their mouths. I grew up in a trailer park to the age of eight, to be thrusted into a big house. Parents no longer loving one another but still love me, even though I felt invisible, at so many schools that I wasn't taught properly, only one best friend and a few more who keep in contact. To be teased all my years in the new house till I graduated. All because I was different, no one understands my hurt, my pain, my crushed dreams. no one understood what I went thru the past three in q half years, other then myself, no matter what people say an try to make me better feeling, it won't change my past. I am who I am, and what I went thru no one should have gone thru. No one understands my hurt an no one needs my life, I went thru it alone yet life still hurts me in my heart. Those who do what they did to me get everything their hearts desire while what I wish is kept in the dark...