WE GROW UP TO BE OUR PARENTS

They say

 we all grow up to be our parents

And I beleive it now,

cause my father has begun

to resemble my grandfather.

No..not the nice parts..

just the bad, the ugly, the worse parts.

Weren't we all supposed to 

get better with age?

Weren't we all supposed to

learn from and rectify the mistakes

of an older generation.

Well..they do,

To an extent.

And then they compare themselves

with their parents, 

They compare them with

 their ugliest versions 

and deem themselves better.

"See.. My dad used to do this..I don't."

"See...My dad used to fall asleep on the street dead drunk,

But I just drink."

"See...My father used to beat my mother,

But I respect women,

I just make my wife wash my und

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erwear,

shower her with verbal abuse 

and rarely, very rarely threaten to slap her.

Well..I ought to show her place

so she knows I rule the house."

"See.. I am doing so much better.

I am a kind man, a doting husband and a lovable father.

I am much better."

 The list goes on.

And what happens to the future generation, you ask. 

You get wounded so badly

You are lost, 

an orphan with nowhere to call home.

You carry this burden,

the pain, all those fucked up feelings, 

the pent up anger,

 hoping never to repeat the same mistake,

hoping not to grow up to be your parents.

But eventually,

you become what you loathe.

Eventually, you are your parents,

just slightly better at parts

and worse at others.