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
