Hello Mother, Hello Father

Hello, Father.
Are you happy to see me?
I've been fine.
My wardrobe stays the same, just this orange suit with my bracelets and chains.
My room's not any different, either.
It's empty. There's only a metal bed, sink, and toilet.

How was your day?
I guess they all seem the same from where you are.
Seeing the same sights everyday.
How's Mother?

Mother? There you are, Mother.
Right next to Father, just like I saw you last.
You seem upset. Why?
Are the men behind me bothering you?
Do you not like your neighbors?
What is wrong, Mother?

You say that you cannot forgive me?
You say that you shouldn't have to be here?
You say that you would have treated me better?
Both of you tell the same lies.

I felt on that day more furious than ever.
And I remembered where Father's gun was.
I was just wanting to see how you would like it,
Being hurt and abused all the time.

I think I won.

If only we would have had more time to play, Mother and Father.
I miss you.
My friends back there aren't as fun.
They underestimate me.
They call me weak and harmless.
But I am the exact opposite.

You agree, don't you?

Well, it's time for me to go.
The men back there are telling me to say goodbye.
Your gravestones look nice.
I'll bring more roses next time, Mother.

By the way-

I'm sorry I had to put a bullet through your head,
But I feel much better now.
Maybe next time I'll put a bullet through my own head.
Just to please you.