A child that grows up being bullied, even by teachers, family;
That becomes a tween who is told to keep his thoughts and emotions to himself, or go to a hospital;
That becomes a teenager that is told to let go of people and emotions from just recent past;
That becomes a late teen that is told he is responsible for everything that he is going through all in his own self, with no support for his human nature;
That becomes a young adult whom is consistently abandoned because of the pain, trauma and despair he is solely seeking compassion because of;

Becomes a man who appears to be a warrior like machine. Powerful in demenour face to face, with words that will shine light on societies hidden ignorance; also capable of trumping others complacency of injustice in perception, and ending their crusade of fallacy towards disregarding others simple human rights. This man can make a crowd shake with his truth, that has been experienced far from feeble. They can carry a lie for years and have it crushed like an egg when they speak it to him; a intuitive reverse psychologist; vividly fluent in ethical philosophy, cannot be deceived.

Even jigsaw placed a restraining order, and turned himself in to escape.

God may have given him the curse, so he could show the world it could become a blessing.

But the most solid thing that this man becomes, after all the damage leaves him permanently disturbed;
This man becomes sorry.

No one sees him cry.
No more tears for himself;
The world has caused him a functional dysfunction; his only way to stop sudden confusion, is to make a paradox in his head about the situation, and solve it.

His heart wears titanium armour. None the less, does not cry.
His mind is quite damadged,
and no one knows why.
Yet they demonized a child, from the age of five.

And now he is unstoppable; still on the quest the universe had given his hand.

He's a transcendental man.

And he's sorry.

3 month too early , two and a half pound at birth it was a struggle to even enter this earth . It was november 29th the day that i came , who knew mum and dads life would never be the same. Too small to push too weak could bearly breath. Rushed to critical care for those babies at the edge of life, could doctors really play god and give the gift of life? Poked and prodded and hooked to heart monitoring machines it was like a horror movie scene. As hours and days turn to weeks my tiny heart with a hole at its core turns weak along with my future being so bleak. Open heart surgery on a baby as small as the surgeons hand , the hole even smaller like a grain of sand. Using stitchs the size and width of the surgeons hair breaths held as they make a delicate heart repair. A newborn heart repaired seeps with love at its stitched seems . Like a knife in the back and a bullet through the mind the doctors said their baby girl could go blind. At 72 hours of life i had already been under the knife in attempts to save my sight. 3 weeks had passed with no sign of life mummy and daddys baby was losing her fight for life. Mummy and daddy i need you to see it was not you it was me i needed time to rest and heal. Prayers said and answered and out the coma i came with my sight maraculously regained . A surgery that saved my sight almost cost me my life. So small and thin you could see through my wather thin skin to what lay within , something as simple as taking off a bandaid caused pain. Doctors said menangitis and water on the brain. Brain surgery comenced to fit an internal drain to save my fragile  damadged brain. Menangitis came and went but now its back again. Two more shunts were placed. A third one now tucked away in its place to keep my brain safe. The size of mum and dads hand weighed as much as a bag of sugar in your hand. Doctors called me mericle child cos all that could of killed me i concored and survived. 8 months in critical care giving mummy and daddy quite the scare but at least i had my life to spare. I was able to finally go home a poorly baby no more. Its now 16 and a half years later and i survived i am a angel in disguise.