Dear father
 it's not my fault my mind works overtime as it is not the same as yours my mind works in a different way I'm so sorry I was not the way you wanted but the way I wanted to be from birth to now I am who I am to be I let you control me for too long with the agony of the slicing of my wrist the pain that you saw taken  upon your child
That is no longer my reality is not shatter to the words of which you speak my words are not silenced by your needing of my conformity disownment by disassociation was not of what you wanted as I was a tool of your disguise hiding away from the world
 dear father you disowned me for the man I fell in love with you just owe me for the person who saved me from the reality of what you shattered if you wish to tear me down I have another by my side my Army is behind me you will never see the battle war of my mind again disownment the act of being disowned by your own person the person who tells you they love you but then goes back and regrets it disownment seems to be a word that strikes so far with you for you to do it with your only child disownment all those countless days and nights of pain wishing for death gone disownment the unhappiness of which I just became my own person
 disownment the end of the story you seem to --

-know so well