PureSkillz23

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My Story ( Pt. 4 My Youth )

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Part 3 I spoke about my mother’s alcoholic tendencies..

But she was just fighting off the demons and bad memories..

I know I never made it easy on her I just always added stress.

Between skipping school and lighting a fire on my desk…

I never made it easy for my parents and I didn’t care…

Maybe I was acting out cause they were no longer there…

So I figured what’s fair is fair..

But I was this way before everything took place…

So them not being there can’t be the case..

It began in kindergarten but it reached its worst in the second grade…

That’s when I became a renegade..

From just not doing work to throwing textbooks out the window or at my teacher..

I always knew I be removed from class so that just made it sweeter..

So I went to the doctor they said I had ADHD and prescribed me Ritalin…

Doctor swore it would fix the way I have been..

So I took it for a few days and I didn’t like the feeling of being a robot..

It made me feel odd..

So I slowly started to stop..

Whether it was throwing them out or putting them under the sofa..

Hated the taste, it tasted like ammonia…

This continue through all of grammar school…

But now I look back and realize I was nothing but a fool…

All I did was hurt myself…

Family always thought I’d be locked behind cells..

Let’s go to High School were the mischief continued..

Where I feel everything became unglued..

Freshman year I was out 108 days out of 180..

Alot was because I was suspended but most were because I was lazy..

My parents almost went to prison because of this…

Because I wanted to be a menace..

That didn’t change anything for me just made things worse..

It did affect my initial thought at first..

But I continued doing what I always did…

Teachers and principles said I was a troubled kid..

No it was just me crying out fo help but no one understood..

Then I did something that would mess up my education for good.

Got expelled for lighting my desk on fire..

Principle said what I did was bad, but he knew he was preaching to the choir..

My principles and teachers were answering my cry for help…

But I was to caught up in myself …

I thought they were just preaching…

Thought they only got paid for teaching..

They saw something in me I never saw..

But I burnt that bridge, I closed that door..

This is the story of my trouble youth..

All 4 parts have been the truth..

Part 5 is yet to be decided..

When it is released you are all invited…

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