I hated my father.

I hated him more than anything in this world.

I might hate my dad, but I'm like him in many ways.

I may resent him,

But I am his reflection

When I go to sleep at night, I realize I'm too much like him

Too much like a madman

Too much like an insane psychopath

Too much like a twisted genius

Too much like the Joker

And that's why I'm in the asylum

Because that's where they but people they cant stand

They can't stand me

I'm what their world has created.

I'm the worst part of it.

I stand for everything they don't want to see.

So they hate me.

I hate them too.

The world took everything away from me.

The world gave me insanity in return.

Insanity and blood and hurt and pain and loss.

But I don't mind. I block out the pain and the hurt.

The sight of blood doesn't creep me out like I used too.

And insanity…it helps me.

Those little voices are the only thing I can trust.

I can only trust the world in my head.

The therapists always try and take me apart, trying to figure out why I am who I am.

I am who I am

There is no reason for it

I was born this way

I was born a Daughter of Chaos

And, god be willing, I will die one