Intoxication

i take too many pills,
and i do too many drugs.
i drink to oblivion
live for today, and not worry about tomorrow

i don't get along with my mother
i disappointed daddy
i'm the blackest sheep in the flock
im expected to screw up

they laugh at me behind closed doors when i fall
and put their hands in their pockets when i reach out
they don't support me when i need a leg to stand
and don't try to hear when i begin to speak

my life seems to be all the talk at family affairs:
"where are you working?"
"did you graduate college yet?"
"be sure to vote republican down the line in november!"
they all talk, but still know nothing about me

there is still hope for me
even in my darkest hour
because i've never been a quitter
and i'm not about to let "them" win
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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March 28, 2016 at 10:59 PM
lindsay beyer, you've expressed yourself well, I like the last line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry when you have time. Love ~LINDA~
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April 6, 2012 at 5:47 PM
thats right girl, dont give up. it'll all be worth it in the end. i promise. i just recently went though some deep shit as well but i didnt give up and dont plane on doing it anytime soon. be strong girl. ill keep you in my prayers.
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