I Think Life Is Not Fair

I hate the police in this place because everything my so-called mother says, they believe her. Sometimes I wish they would all get shot and die because if my so-called mother says that I hit her, they believe her and they put me in jail. If my so-called mother shows that I hit her, when I didn’t, and she has marks on her skin when she got burnt over the stove, and I never hit her, the police will take it that I hit her and put me in jail, when my so called Mother, whom is really my Foster Mother, who uses me for sex while I’m having seizures, she and her Caucasian boyfriend’s family, who all have listening devices when she’s a Hindu from India...That’s why I hate the police and I wish they would all just die...because the Police put me in jail when my so called Mother had me arrested for grand larceny against her when she took all $100,000 of my Father’s inheritance money and had her boyfriend’s family falsify court documentation in regards to how much I got from my Father’s will. My Father had property in Guyana and my Hindu India so called Mother and her Caucasian boyfriend and his family made out like bandits with all of my Father’s money when she’s not even my real blood mother...