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 or mis-guided it may be, no matter what your mind says. Your puso knows what and who you are, not your mind. NO matter how dark your puso is, there is always a shimmer of light with in it. People deserve a segundo chance...
