What Am I Doing?


Days turn to weeks,
Weeks turn to months
Months turn to years
And all the while, you always have a beer.

I see you always;
Then I see you never
It's been so long
When will you and mom get along?

Screaming and fighting
Punching and kicking
until the depths of the night
I know nothing will be alright

What am I doing
What am I thinking
I know you're harmed
You are left unarmed

What am I doing
There is only one thing I do know...
This family is anything but perfect
With a deep breath, it all finally takes effect.

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