Selfishness;
with alcohol lying thick on her tongue.
Words spoke in cursive,
coming out in neat lines of hysteria.
What should I do,
should I leave, should I stay?
Kids crying as her questions float in the air.
Memories flooding back;
Same story, different parent.
If once was enough, twice is too much to bare.
Hating the one person I could always count on;
who was so strong the last time around;
who I strive to portray.
I am not this; nor will I ever be.
This whimpering lump of useless profanity,
this particle of betrayal...
Why? a thousand times I've asked;
to only get hit with a thousand more insults
from the mother who sunk to the bottom of the bottle.