A Dissapointment

This poem was inspired by my disappointing drunk of a mother...

I asked you to stop,

But you never will,

How can I trust you?

Your drink, I wanted you to drop,

I tried to pour it, but you let out a shrill,

Your drinks, you must bid adieu.

You complain about my negligence,

Using it as a red herring,

You treat me like dirt.

You don't care about my future tense,

I'm sick of declaring,

That your drinking leaves me hurt.