He asked me why I had to act like such a bitch.

But I couldn't answer truthfully.

What I wanted to say was:

Because if I had to act like you do, I would rather burn on the stake instead of being as racist as you are. The way you speak of treating women makes me want to throw up my breakfast which I skipped because you told me again how fat and ugly and useless I was just 30 minutes ago. Being homophobic runs in the family it seems and maybe that's why you say that I am adopted the second I do something wrong in your eyes.
Maybe all that is my fault because I just play along.
I could never say such cruel words to somebody even if I hated them and I still feel your hands around my throat or the tears rolling down my small chubby cheeks when i was just 12.
The empty feeling inside of me will never fully go away because of you. And sometimes I wonder if I could ever love myself again.
You still act like all of this is my fault. You always know who to blame. Like your father you don't believe you could ever do something wrong.
But here I am, still standing and telling you what a manipulative fucking asshole you are.

But what I actually said was:

Fuck you.

And it started all over again.