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