"I am not what you say I am. I will not be what you tell me to be. You stare at me through a prism of delusion, of hatred, of propaganda and I refuse to see myself in your lies. You tried to turn me into a barroom anecdote, a whispered slur, a vile fairytale to fool the gullible. But I will not be the mirror for your self loathing. You use accusations as weapons, scarring me where no blade can pierce, but I will not plead guilty to your crimes. I will not perform a spastic puppet dance to the lying chorus of your psyche. And yet... Hurt me enough and you will see, spread your disease amongst my friends, my family, my loved ones and you will learn... you will learn what I can be. They say a lunatic is simply a minority of one. I will embrace that madness, that loneliness, that hopeless insanity and show you. I will show you everything you never wanted to see and I'll finally be what you never truly wanted me to be."