I remember, it was only yesterday. When I saw middle aged toddlers One a narcissist the other on the devil’s highway. The anger of swaddlers, Wreckless DNA. Anger is red Jealousy is green I am dirt, The rainbow of bloodshed Hands unclean At Least I am inert Clean pristine, Skin olive green, I am corrupted by the mean. I am scared of what I may become Surrounded by opportunities of a large sum, I will not cave to see me ruled by income. I will not scramble on the floors of my father I will not smash a face without bother I will not see my child in tears for my actions I will not allow my family split into factions Trust me when I say Your car is safe I will not smash it with a bottle of Moёt. I will not let my child be a waif. If you see me with a foot or fist, I have failed. I see no reason to exist. I will beg and barter to survive But the day you see me red in a four-wheel drive. Take me, take all that I have and all that I love I will deserve nothing from you or above. I would deserve to be alone And if I raised you right you would disown Me, make me know I failed And I don't care how detailed If I become what I hate A life you should negate I wish for your detest I would deserve to feel obsessed, distressed, depressed And forgotten. Leave me gutted and rotten. I never wish to see that day But if I become my families cliché I cannot imagine what I would become I cannot heave my heart beyond tongue I will love and I hope you know that I don't know where I’ll be at But I would go to the ends of the Earth for you And back. But for now I bid you adieu, I think best we not meet I wish not to corrupt you by inherit deceit. But you will live in my mind, You will always be chubby-cheeked, perfect, kind And devine. In my mind I dedicate a shrine. Something so perfect will be hard to design. I wish I could sing you a lullaby I wish you were always nearby I am young, I am immature But you exist in my mind, a work of coutore. You are a model faultless, flawless and absolute. A fact, I cannot allow myself to dilute. I cannot create you because I am broken, I cannot be right to allow you to feel as I do, heartbroken. I have to leave our talks forever unspoken I want to see you learn your abc It's not you, it's me I love you and I hope you agree But you do not deserve to be.