Yo... This is a story... About my life, growing up...

I was a mean kid, nope, i aint never had remorse...
It started with my parents bickerin back and forth...
My mother on the phone, saying, "I hate this jerk"...
Always mad at my dad, when he came home late from work...
Too young to understand, how my father and my mother...
A married couple, could actually hate each other...
My baby brother... He had to go through the same shit...
Listening to hatred, and had no toys to play with...
Moments of silence were sacred... But rarely happened...
Arguements filled the household, we were rarely laughin...
I couldnt believe how often, they were aimin to brawl...
I loved going to school, just to get away from it all...
Takin jabs at each other through me, i hated it...
Memories? Nah, my arguing parents tainted it...
Got worse, i started to hit shit like a brawler...
Then my dad came home with lipstick on his collar...
That moment, felt like my whole life dismantled...
Being a father means you gotta lead by example...
Still young, but aready look at the life i've had...
My worst fear is growing up and being like my dad...