He comes home reeking of alcohol and we are immediately on edge with caution and fear swirling in our stomachs.
I hate him..I really do.
Yet,
He makes us extremely unhappy with his drunken stupor. Commanding and threatening everyone in the vicinity. Throwing temper tantrums at the slightest hint of defiance and protest coloring our faces. I am unhappy.
The reason he drowns himself in alcohol is because he is unhappy too. He drinks to numb himself from his emotions.
His breath reeks of liquor and I cringe in guilt and revulsion. I am unhappy because of him. My family is unhappy because of him.
Yet, is he unhappy because of us?
Who is the person to be blamed in this situation? The answer is not as obvious as I once thought.
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Undone
PoetryA hodgepodge of topics that mostly deal with mental health written as poems or prose.
