My Side of the Story Vol. I

64.) Deranged

Mommy, daddy, what's wrong with me? Why do you keep doing that? Why do you keep hitting me? Why do you think it's ok to try to kill me? As many times as you did. I guess it's easy since I was a kid. Easy to hide the signs of abuse. Made sure I couldn't tell anyone that my parents had a couple screws loose. Or a couple screws missing, I guess no one will ever truly know. How sick twisted you are, how far were you willing to go? As far as I can imagine, then expect me to let you in. Then try your absolute damndest to get under my skin. Try to get me arrested and taken away. Then got the audacity to tell me I've been led astray. So then I leave, cut you off entirely. Now I'm old enough to show the world and tell them my side of the story. Then wonder why I don't want either of you in my life anymore. You'd rather stick to your lies that make you feel better and wage war. Fine, let's pretend that everything you say is true. It still doesn't make sense, no one would ever listen to you. So you make it all up, and twist the story that is told. You'll stick to your same song and dance even though it's outdated and old. You make everything seem like it's my fault, when you're the one to blame and all my memories are in a vault. A vault I didn't want, I vault I didn't create. Then got the nerve to blame me for my mental state. What's fucked up is I know you're never going to change. You're sick in the head and you're fucking deranged.