Dear Traitor

Section Two

Dear Brutus,
Why? When will you ever stop? I'm done playing your game. We are all tired, Brutus. I'm tired. I, your daughter, am tired.

Did you forget you had a 17 year old daughter named Holly? Did you forget you had a 14 year old daughter named Hope? You are considered to be an exemplary man of God, but do they know? You are seen as a leader in public, but do they realize who you are in private? You use the fact that you fought in war to victimize yourself, but are you really the victim? You appear to have a stable marriage. Well- your fourth one anyways. You propose to be an honorable, fatherly figure, but do they know all the things you have said and done to me and Hope? You are known to be a well-looked upon individual, a hero for the matter.

But, do they know?

Go ahead. Tell them. Tell them, Brutus. Put aside the titles. Take off the poker face. Show them who you really are. Show them your real name. Why cower away from the truth when you can reveal your authentic colors? Because isn't that who you are? A man of truth?

Of course, I know you will do anything and everything to make sure people do not get a glimpse of the real you. You have made sure for years. You do your best to convince everyone that your biological daughter left you out of hatred, that your previous wife abandoned you without reason. You will fabricate yourself to appear innocent, to play the victim. You will never own up to your own faults, yet you will validate them with pitiful excuses. No matter how many people confront you, you will deny it all. You will manipulate them, telling them that they are crazy and you are right. There is no other way except your way. It's your world, and we are just living in it. It is a never-ending, no win war with you. You have even deceived yourself that you did nothing wrong. No guilt resides in your spirit. Allow me to tell you what you have done since you will forever refuse or admit to anything.