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1.2k · Nov 2013
Role Model
Mario Valdez Nov 2013
Remember when you were all and mighty.
Dad gave you everything that you would ever need.
To me you resembled a deity.
Yet; why did you not succeed?

You were admired by all...
According to you.
You said you never lost in a brawl,
That is not true.

Life has beaten you on countless occasions,
You handed life the victories,
All based on your decisions.
Life has left you in prison, reading bible stories.

Now you are out, drowning yourself in self-pity.
We only converse when you need money.
Like the fool I am, I give you the loot,
You ****** it out my off hands and then give me the boot.

I laugh at myself for admiring you back when I was a kid,
I wanted to be you, I truly did.
You would tell me about life in the “hood”,
You made it sound cool when you were up to no good.

You taught me to lie to our mother,
You told me to hate our father,
You said to yell at our sisters,
You said nothing was greater than causing disasters.

You are my brother,
We are bound by blood.
You were my role model,
But I do not know who you have become.
584 · Nov 2013
Lost Identity
Mario Valdez Nov 2013
I was given a name that I never asked for,
I was taught to conduct myself in a certain way.
I am someone else’s creation...

Who am I?

That's the million dollar question.
I want to find out,
Hopefully before I die.
508 · Nov 2013
Lonely Nights
Mario Valdez Nov 2013
At night I get lonely,
I wait for dad to see me,
But he is off with his mistress,
The one that has a hold of his lips.

At night I get lonely,
I never see mommy,
She is constantly crying,
She even tried dying.

At night I get lonely,
My brother is always busy.
He stays in his room until it gets smoky.
Only comes out when he is hungry.

At night I get lonely,
My sister is always with Harry.
They always use needles,
While listening to The Beatles.

At night I get lonely,
No one is there by me.
To God I pray,
For the hours to pass so it can be day.

I fear these moments,
The moments on these lonely nights.
This is a poem  I wrote a while back ago, and it's in the perspective of my child self. That's pretty much it.
397 · Nov 2013
Echoes of Silence
Mario Valdez Nov 2013
I was given a name that I never asked for,
I was taught to conduct myself in a certain way,
I am someone else's creation...

Who am I?

Nobody knows,
Not even I.

— The End —