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My father has a problem. He listens to all this conspiracy, whilst drinking a beer or 5 every night. Instead of spending time with my mother and I. I've started to dread family dinners as all they do is instil hate in me, he talks about death and killing and yet knows nothing of me. My dad doesn't remember my birthday most days, this year he couldn't remember my mum's. And I can't live in a house where one occupant stinks of ***** Where a family slowly starts to break. My father is an alcoholic, but the only one who won't admit it is he.
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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
Alcoholics Anonymous
My father has a problem. He listens to all this conspiracy, whilst drinking a beer or 5 every night. Instead of spending time with my mother and I. I've started to dread family dinners as all they do is instil hate in me, he talks about death and killing and yet knows nothing of me. My dad doesn't remember my birthday most days, this year he couldn't remember my mum's. And I can't live in a house where one occupant stinks of ***** Where a family slowly starts to break. My father is an alcoholic, but the only one who won't admit it is he.
ArunaMA
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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
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