Dear Dad,
Do you ever just look in the mirror, and not like what you see? Every morning you wake up, and you do your thing, put on an expensive suit...
You told yourself you loved it, didn't you? Even when you didn't? Loved every inch of that liars smile, And every centimeter of those stagnant, petrified eyes? Every single one of those guilty frown lines and that nose that's been broken too many times? But you deserved it, didn't you?
It's okay, me too, everyday. Every single second, it all built up now, hasn't it. The lies, isn't it beautiful?
Deluding yourself into a whole world, where you're okay. How did you get people to see your world to? Because mine...its slipping.
Did you ever just bury yourself on a hole in the cheap mattress as if to say, 'Hey you're better than this?' Even when it was a lie. You knew it, I know it.
I lie a lot, a lot. More then it's healthy. Just white lies, Those are okay, right? Just one here, one there, a snide comment, a grin. It passes, no one notices it. Thats how it works, isn't it? Because I'm a Stark, Stark men are made of stronger stuff. Thats what we tell the world, whether they believe us? Well, why shouldn't they? We have it made, we're Starks.
It's okay, I do too. Everyday, every single second.
We're a lot alike. Pathetic.
Did you ever lose yourself in it? The bottle? You just wanted to know so badly what was at the bottom, it was pain wasn't it? You thought you would escape in it, but you only found yourself back where you started. I've been lost for so long now I don't even know what a map looks like. Did You ever get lost in her body? Your fingers traced the lines of her bones, carved the shape of your fingernails into her shoulder blade... and tell her for long time it's what you wanted? And she believed you. And you believed You, for once you thought you weren't lying. But it was too good, wasn't it? We both knew it, with a tap of the nose and a wink we both knew. Then it's just a new name. New face, but to you, it's the same girl. Always the same girl. You never got her, did you?
It's okay, me neither.
You see, some things are recessive.
Failure
Bet that's recessive.
I hope you hate me. I'd rather you hated me then forgotten about me. I couldn't take that. Do you hate me?
It's okay, I hate me too.
With Love, (hah, love)
Tony Stark,
And P.S
I forgive you. They say... forgiveness is the first step.
Oh, P.P.s
See you soon. That's the second step.