birth marks

Got given a life back in '72
four years trying, what a breakthrough!
my parents always wanted another
so sister finally got a brother

far too late now to forewarn
the smiling sponge was now newborn
his cherub face, he never cried
would lead to a teenager dissatisfied

all too eager to please the crowd
impassive face masked a thundercloud
t.v on, games to play
drunken nights mere cabaret

looking for places that were hidden well
anaesthetising feelings in his drug cartel
switched him off from the void
as inconspicuous as an asteroid

here I am, now 41
trying to be less of a chameleon
lugging around an unborn me
writing to avoid future obscurity.