Scum

What the fuck have I become? A skanky, low life piece of scum!

Preying on the addict's need to satisfy my selfish greed.

I am all things that I abhor, all my morals are no more,

and people who I once held dear are eaten up with crippling fear,

for nothing they can do or say will stop me going on this way.

Where's the mum my children knew, who revelled in them as they grew;

took pride in every little thing, watched their plays, heard them sing?

In her place they now have this, one quick to shout but slow to kiss,

who rarely laughs or holds them tight, but looks for ways to pick a fight.

I need to reach inside my soul and set myself a future goal,

but then the fear and pain set in and anger, once again, does win.

I hate this thing that I've become, a skanky low life piece of SCUM!