In grade school I was
hung up on astronauts & firemen
digging up dinosaur bones
and writing pretend books
nobody ever asked me
what I don’t want to be
for example, a sample of society:
spanging on the corner;
circling blocks for squares
arm slung & scarred;
a pushpin graveyard
face leathered like
a gunslinger’s boots
toothless, homeless;
heartless, soulless
hands stranglehold;
prey on young & old
a child unloved
and whose bruised hands stay gloved
a deadbeat dad or an unfit mother;
a self-appointed one to judge all others
a faceless naked mime
behind a pizza-box sign
just a few things I don’t want to be;
a cautionary tale to just be me.
FM Ghost 
Mm, I really feel what you’re saying here. Well done!
Good one…you are so creative and bring in terrible hurtful topics.
heavy hearted reading this…