The Alcoholic

Last night my mom asked me if I knew anyone who's parents were big on alcohol and drugs, I said no. It was a lie, I know someone like that, her name is Emily, she is me. I couldnt tell her, I would have gotten slapped, my mom is an alcoholic. Want to know how I know? By the twelve emptey six packs and wine bottles on the back porch. She can lie and say there not hers all she wants but slurred speech and alcohol sponged breath tell the truth. Welcome to the fucked up word of my life.