Family.

A lot of people say they can't live without their family, now hear me out. I'll give you something focus on, or maybe think about. What's a definition of a mother and a fathers. Two neglectful parental figures that don't care about each other. Let me tell you about my father, hard working man His image was everything, right down to his gland. He had split personalities, so right off the top One moment he was perfect, and the next not. And it seemed I was his only target, no one to blame For his misfortunes, that's when then he'd remember my name. If i wasn't on the wall, my neck around his fingers. Then my tail was hiding, from that man's figure. Now let's take a look at my mother, now dont look away just yet. She's a smart woman, according by the people she met. But she harbor a a secret, although I have known, That's she's that kind of woman that can't be alone. Vulnerable she thinks relationships would work, But all caught up with her "man",her kids were hurt. She didn't wanna throw it all away, not even for her daughter. She thinks that's the "one", GOD had brought her. She smitten by love that's for sure. She didn't realize what her daughters had to endure. Their innocence gone without a trace, Unpurity, no dignity they have to face. I may come off cruel or senile. But I've been thinking about this for about a while. So who do I look up to? Who can I live without? I can't live without being me, and that's without a doubt.