To My Mother

I'm sick of all this yelling
And hearing things break
I'm sick of you two fighting
I wish this was all fake

I'm sick of you being a witch
And thinking you're only right
You don’t know it's the alcohol
That constantly makes us fight

I'm sick of how you treat me
How you ignore insult and yell
I'm sick of sitting in my home
Feeling like I am in hell

I'm sick of you interrupting
Always impinging upon my space
Bringing back my horrible past
And things I'm trying to erase

I'm sick of you being antagonistic
And then ignoring when I yell back
I'm sick of you not stepping up
On your responsibilities you slack

I'm sick of you running away
And blaring up your songs
I'm sick of how you keep me up
On your guilt trips you drag me along

I'm sick of how you will never see
All of what you put me through
How when I say I hate you
Sometimes I really do

I'm sick of you blaming my cutting
Upon my stress and friends
When in reality it's your drinking
To where it seems there is no end

I'm sick of you not growing up
And still acting like you are four
I hope you stop your drinking
Or I wont be here anymore