I never had anyone to look up to,
Growing up I just knew these people weren't who I wanted to be,
Infidelity, Lies, Hypocrisy.
Detachment, ***, Adultery.
These were my role models.
The mother who constantly lied,
The father who laid with different women every night,
Family members who have broken up happy homes,
The step-father infected by his own hypocrisy,
The family home.
Infested by the maggots that lie deep within its rotten core,
The silver fish that swim all around the darkness where the rotten core lies.
How they sleep at night,
Coveted by false respect and love that they believe they are due,
Is beyond my comprehension,
Shrouded by their own demons that serve as their blankets to lay with at night,
Born into a family that refuse to see their own filth and dirt,
Sickening.
They are the **** of the Earth.
Festering boils in place of where their heart used to be,
There are no role models here.
Only me.