I hate my cursed mind, there's so much I'd like to forget in my life but all it seems to want to do is replay like little films in my mind and I can't even close my eyes without catching little snapshots of those damn things I'd like to forget. I so desperately long for a day, just one, where I don't have to remember anything from my past and be freed of its binds. Most memories, were ones where my joys and treasures were striped from my hands all for name sake. It's so pitiful when your name carries such little expectations; yes I know I'm a screw up, that not all I do is comparable to the luster of a diamond, but at least when I faulter I try to redeem myself. I know my family's ways were wrong, for they left many of the scars that adorn my body, so I try to speedster myself and I push myself to become greater than they were, with a sense of compassion, a desire to be more, and a never surrender attitude. Someday I'll prove that I'm not my family, I am me. I'm the rebellion against the order.