Less Than Ideal

I used to sit in the floor  
Glue my eyes to the tv screen  
It painted images in my young mind  
That ultimately made me scream  
 
I'd see happy families  
Gently rocking their children to sleep  
Or playing on their neatly trimmed lawns  
Holding their children when they'd weep  
 
Anger welled inside me  
Why couldn't I have it?  
A mother who smiled and loved  
Instead of one with insulting acidic spit  
 
A daddy who protected his family  
Instead of a twisted step father  
Whose intentions were laced with greed  
And getting inside me farther  
 
Where were MY pretty white walls  
And polished counter tops?  
Family dinners,or board games?  
Instantly dried tear drops?  
 
No, my house was a wreck in itself  
With meth stained drywall  
Glass littered floors, from broken windows  
Holes from where my parents would fall  
 
The whites of their eyes stained yellow  
Their mouths filthy,rotting and dead  
Twitching fingers, spastic steps  
Their bulging stomachs over fed  
 
I recall those restless nights  
Laying on bare bed springs  
Drifting to sleep through the police sirens  
With my parents earsplitting screams  
 
I study the scars on my skin  
Silently thanking them  
For every bruise they inflicted  
And wound they caused within  
 
My childhood was less than ideal  
Dissipated into a cloud of THC  
Drowned in a sea of alcohol  
From which now I am set free