An Alcoholic's Daughter

The story you're about to hear is not fiction or fake
it's a sad story, about a man and his mistake.
See, this poem is not about her or she, it's about a
strong young girl, and that young girl, well, she's me.

The first time I knew he was acting different that day,
was the first time I had absolutely nothing to say.
I was young at the time, gullible you might say,
but I can still remember the hell I went through, even
to this day.

I never understood why he'd go from happy to sad,
until one night, something happened, something that
was bad.

I was at a friend's house that night when I knew it was time
to go,
so I picked up the phone and called home,
to find out there was a lot about my dad that I didn't know.
He picked up the phone and told me my mother was on her way,
but before he hung up, I heard her voice say,
"Let me go, please, don't make me stay,
this is not right, living life this way."

She picked me up, her hand was covering her eye,
that's when I knew and said
"Mom please don't let this be true, please make up a lie."

It's never been the same, not since that night
but how could he act like everything was alright.
He's tried to make it better, but try is a funny word
see I thought when you try, you actually care, but you,
you're just cold.

I'm getting tired of the games,
pretending everything's okay,
and being called names.
I never asked for you to drink,
I only want you to think,
think of the pain you've caused in this "family"
because if that's what you want, then I'll leave, happily.

I find myself mad, confused and dazed
but because of you, I'll always be sad in someway.
It's not my fault you let this addiction control you,
so stop blaming others, and go do what you need to do.

The story you heard was not fiction or fake,
but it was about a man and his bad mistake.