The hate i feel when you speak down upon me plants itself in my brain as well as my heart. What has gone wrong to hear a young girl state with all confidence she can muster that she would rather have a brother instead of a father walk her into a new life with her dear love. You are a souless man that i hope with all my will to have you spend your golden hour as lonely as you have made me feel. How dare someone comment about the mass of a young body. A body you have no control over. But that is just the problem. You are bipolar or is it that you wish to people a master whipping your women and children into shape. The shape you molded from your own twisted mind. Oh Father of mine. You are no Father of mine.