Red riding hood

Everyone has secrets but mine were dark

I was walking down the hallway averting my gaze from anyone who would look at me

I always would wear baggy clothes especially hoodies that would hide my face well

"Ew,why won't she take her hoodie off."I heard whispers

"I don't know,but I think she's ugly."

"They said she once killed a guy who took her hoodie off."

"No way! I heard that she's a murderer,."

"Nah she's probably ugly."I heard snickers but didn't mind I never did,they would all run if they knew who I was

Everyone has secrets but mine were dark

My life was far from perfect,it was f****d up

My dad would train me everyday,i knew how to use a gun,i knew how to fight,hell I even killed people

My dad f****d up his innocent little girl,my mom was no different,,they never showed any affection or love 

But thought me to be a stone-cold killer,i was pressured to do things i didn't want to do

It wasn't the prefect childhood

I was the only heir to the throne,my life evolved around the Mafia world

I couldn't take it anymore

So I left,i ran for my life

And here I am now,i want to be a doctor and help people,not some mafia queen and kill people

I had to start afresh,and started wearing baggy clothes so no one would notice me,i would always ignore them at school,i really couldn't care less about their remarks

I was just known as a freak wearing a hoodie