I used to look up to you.
In awe of your actions, in what you do.

Used to be happy with us around. Your hate was nowhere to be found.

I wanted to be like you. A superhero uncle, that’s what I knew.

But something wasn’t right. While I grew, you’re in a lot of fights.

You drank a lot and had no job. The missed opportunities you let others grab.

You’re full of flaws. Where was this superhero? He looks lost.

Your life’s still a mess. Whole life’s a mishap, old and stressed.

The hero I look up to is human. Full of flaws, does he do what he can?

I grew up idolizing you. Now I’m old enough to be grateful I didn’t become you.