T h e f i r s t t i m e
I put on that god forsaken uniform, it was over. Completely. My own soul left me, and something else took over me. People can say it's the drugs that changed me. But it had nothing to do with the drugs. So all the brain shrinkers all over the god damned world can fuck themselves. It's bigger than the drugs. Even I know that. It happened when mommy and daddy wanted their little princess to become a perfect human being. They sent me off, mute, and not knowing a single thing about the world. I was a victim, of the wild predators at a private school I like to call Salem.
I was bruised with words and fingers, but when I cried home to mommy and daddy, they wanted bravery out of me. They said "Your a Manson, Manson's don't quit. Manson's don't give up. Keep trying to win the friendship of your fellow classmates." So that was it. It was all I tried to do. And friends, I made along the line. The same ones who bullied me for acting like little miss perfect, had accepted me and taught me how to become a reckless youth.
In a way, I felt like their bitch. I was being told what to do in a sense, but instead of chasing after perfection, this time it was imperfection. My new family taught me how to be everything opposite of my parents. But at home, little did mommy and daddy know; that I became somebody they didn't know. I put up walls between us, because they wanted to see perfection. That's what I gave to them. So they could die happy, atleast thinking their daughter was a little saint.
But my demons took over me. That was the truth. My parents never got to see. So this is my chance, to tell anyone who will listen, about who I am.
