Serving the Monster Who Played God

A poem for the false saint of the special needs community — and the daughter who survived the house of saccharine lies.

Charliztina

3 min read

Just now

Listen

The Severing: A Final Farewell to the House of Chong

Here it is, and here it was:

A final poem, a final way of saying farewell.

A final chapter from a poet with a pen made of truth.

I am heartbroken, yet I must tell the heartbreaking truth of the monster.

What a loss.

I am leaving the blood of the Chong family behind,

For that blood serves me no more.

It is a monstrous lineage, a pulse I can no longer bear.

I have rejected it a thousand times,

yet it followed me like a leech,

Sucking the life from my identity for thirty years.

For three decades, I lived with a monster playing the role of God —

A god that the True God no longer approves of,

Having seen her sins from the inside out.

She tried to be the Virgin Mary while flying like Icarus;

Now the sun has found her,

the wax has melted,

and the wings are gone.

I spent my life walking on eggshells,

trying to be the perfect doll

She could use to spite a world she never understood.

God gave her two children with Asperger’s to teach her compassion,

But did she learn?

No. I type these words weeping for the family sins and the ancestral lies.

Get Charliztina’s stories in your inbox

Join Medium for free to get updates from this writer.

She burns through lives like a wildfire,

failure upon failure,

While we waited for a happy ending that never came.

We were just puppets for a play she directed in the dark.

She did not care.

It is the karma of a life built on spite and false sight.

She is the one who needs the therapy she forced upon us;

She is the one trapped in the irony of her own volatile nightmare.

I was once like her, using sleep as a shield to cope with her rage.

A rage fueled by the bitter fights,

the branded Louis Vuittons,

The Guccis,

the Poh Kong gold, and the white-gold trinkets —

All unearned, all bought with the exploitation of the young.

She and her circle of “old goons” acted like thieves in the night,

Thinking they could rob our futures

as long as we labored for their vanity.

But the curse is broken.

I am discarding the name “Charlotte Cheng.”

It is my final slapback to the family curse and the lies I was forced to carry.

The world will no longer know the cursed child;

They will know Charliztina.

Charliztina will never again be the exploited child in a den of wolves.

I am the one who breaks the lineage of silence.

It ends with me.

I am finished with the “filial piety” that murders the dreams of the young.

I am here to teach the world how to fight back against the arrogant guards.

Their time is up.

The author, Charliztina, is a neurodivergent writer and structural theorist based in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. My work is dedicated to examining the flaws of institutional frameworks and the psychology of trauma. My personal journey includes fighting institutional rigidity within the education sector for over a decade, a path that ultimately provided the framework for the structural analysis found within this text. My current focus, as seen in this article and others, is to provide the intellectual honesty and Volatile Truth required to combat the global Saccharine Lie. The fight begins now, and also I can be contacted via email by charliztinacheng@gmail.com or by my Malaysian phone number at +60199108708.