You say you’ve changed and you’re not the same person
yet I can see right through you as you begin cursing.
I’ve heard that voice before and I remember when
you called me those names when I was nine or ten.
You were supposed to be the person to protect me
yet now you only push me away and so hypocritically.
You say I gave you problems all of your long life.
Yeah, I bet I did when I interrupted your social life.
You can’t claim you’re a “born again Christian, amen”
if you only intend to keep on committing the sin.
You can’t blame me for being a concerned daughter
when I just love you- and that will never falter.
Once an alcoholic, you always will be from then on.
You can’t change your poison and then move on.
Your body can’t handle even the smell of liquor.
Every time you call me like that I just get sicker.
I remember times when I wasn’t allowed to eat meat.
You told me I was fat and I didn’t fit in my tiny seat.
I ran under the table to hide from your drunken face-
I wanted to escape even if it was to a darker place.
All the men you’ve had in your life meant more to you!
All the alcohol and drugs meant more than us to you!
Oh, wait that’s right, my sister soon joined you again-
I was left like the not so perfect puppy locked up in a pin.
Now that I think about it, mommy, I should thank you.
I had the best family life and it was because of you
that I had the up bringing and morals taught to me.
Now I’m the best daughter and person I know how to be.