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We all go a little mad, Mister…
But not all of us make madness kneel.
And when I lose my patience,
Even the devil has been known to quiver
You ever been applauded for a lie?
I have.

Clapped into a costume, branded with a name that didn’t fit. I got a standing ovation at what felt like my funeral. Dressed me in lace, fed me praise like poison—called it love. Called it normal. Smile for Daddy. Cross your legs. Speak soft. Bleed quiet. Fuck quiet. Now they flinch when I raise my voice.

But From an early age I was given a mask, a task, be a good girl, don't make anyone doubt, don’t dare make anyone ask, You look beautiful today.” He said that like a compliment. It felt more like a verdict.
I grew and I grew my skin stretched and stretched, then one day I yelled “off with this mask!!” And I began to retch, out came all of your bigoted beliefs you tried to force feed to me, behold! what was underneath was a fucking site to see, A grin. A man. And a graveyard of sorry’s “We all go a little mad, pops” But me? I made madness…wear heels and call me “Daddy.”
You see… They don’t tell you what it costs.
Not just the years— But the selves you kill just to keep them near, I killed her for him. Over and over. Wore a bodyglove, made fresh out of her skin, Smiled with her lips. Bright red, inviting, and wide… precious like a Chelsea grin.
Isn’t it funny? The man you tried to bury beneath the girl. Went searching this earth, end to end, would have stopped at nothing, struck a match to this fucking world.
So go on, Dad.
Call me selfish.
Call me broken.
But never again will I be your fucking token.