You Are A Drunk Poem by Dakota Ellerton

If you'd told my mother,
I were a drunk,
she'd surely disregard.
If anyone could close their eyes so tightly,
it'd be her.
She nods and smiles,
to a never ending lie.
Mother, how do you sleep at night?
With so many sorrows and frustrations,
you've managed to put it aside for us.
With a daughter so lost and dependant,
and another so useless,
how do you keep from crying?
I'd of never wish to be a burden to you,
but that's all I've seemed to be.
Forgiveness is something I'd beg for,
from only you.
On my way down I'd let out a cry,
to see my mothers face again.