Girl, Interrupted Monologue

Help me understand, Daisy.

'Cuz i thought you didn't do valium.

I do. But i'm sick, Daisy. We know that.

But here you are in so called recovery, playing Betty Crocker, cut up like a damn Virginia ham.

Tell me how this safety net is working for you.

Tell me that you don't take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down.

Tell me how your daddy helps you cope with that.

I mean, you tell me daddy loves you, and I bet he does.

With every inch of his manhood.

They didn't release you because you got better, Daisy.

They just gave up.

You call this a life, hmm?

Taking daddy's money, buying your dollies and your knick-knacks,

and eating his chicken, fattening up like a prize heifer.

You changed the scenery but not the situation.

And the wardon makes house calls.

And everybody knows. Everybody knows that he screws you.

But what they don't know is you like it. Hmm? You like it.

But hey man, it's cool. Whatever.

A man is a dick is a man is a dick is a chicken, a dad, a valium, a speculum, whatever.

Whatever.

You like being Mrs. Randone.

Probably all you've ever known, huh?

I presented this in my acting class, and it got quite a silent reaction. My TA just said, "Okay, well now we're all going to be a little scared of Karyn." 

Kinda fun :)