WHERE YOUR LITTLE GIRL WENT

You ask me 

"where has our sweet little girl gone? why are you so tired and vile? why must you be different?"

I will tell you where she went

She went to camp

with all the other kids her age

They were all given they're traits and talents

she was cursed with the blessing of confidence

she was not afraid to be loud and different

until she learned the hard way what happens

when you are different 

and "uncool"

so the council chipped away at her soul

piece

by piece

by chunk

by chunk

until she had worn so many masks she couldn't tell what was real anymore 

until she accepted her fate 

and she died.

long ago.

and I was born.

do not ask where your little girl has gone

i did not murder her


i did not take her

she found her own way to victory and the end of the line

and allowed me to take my rightful place as


your son.