My Face is scared and my spirit is cold and dark. I question life just mine. Why did I have to grow up the way I did. Why me? I wear hoddies and caps to hide my face. I feel like a alien or a beast. I feel I will never find love again. Sometimes its hard to get up out of bed or even look in the mirror. I can only dream that one day if i get things in order enough for plastic surgery that my luck and life will be different.