Malaysia was my name that the name I was born with. I was your average dark-skinned that always got picked on . At some point of time I used to love the color of my skin . The color of my skin was that made my unique from other girls . The girls at my school would pick on me . I love being this color people would call my all types of names but I would not let that get to . My mother was a Carmel colored .My father was dark skinned that were I got my color from . Some times I think why don't I have my mother skin color . My life was living hell from everyone pick on . From dealing with the demons in side of my head . Every day I put a smile on my face to keep from crying. Nobody new what I was going through. This was personal fight with my demons and life it self . Every step I took I will wonder will some love me . Will there be light at the end of the tone . My life it's self was drama . Every day in night there was a fight with my demons.
"I need some one to love me . Will so...