I was locked up too. All my life. My mother told me that if I ever went outside I'd be hurt for my powers and people would always try to use me. And one day I finally did manage to break out... And I ran into a den of thugs that tried to turn the thief I was blackmailing into the palace guards. They turned out to be good friends. I got lost and into trouble and hurt my mother, and got into enough trouble that I wound up here.
But I'm happy. I'm outside and I have people I can depend on and I have things to work for. I have a reason to be here, to be alive. I'm happy with how things worked out when I took that chance. You're already prepared to be disappointed, but wouldn't it be wonderful if you got proven wrong?