No one knows the real me, No one knows who I am truly. No one has taken the time to look past the scar and my heritage to see the bright flickering soul within me. Everyday the scar on my face is a constant reminder of how life can change in an instant. From a pampered prince, to a banished, stubborn boy, to a good-natured friend. All of this has taught me one lesson, follow your heart, no matter how odd of mis-guided it may be, no matter what your mind says. Your hart-, hart knows what and who u are, not your mind. NO matter how dark your hart-, hart is, there is always a shimmer of light with in it. People deserve a seconde chance...
