From Over the Years

I keep trying to push away the feelings,
Try to distracted myself,
Of the thoughts that want to enter my head,
Forget what was said,
And the memories of it all,
From over the many years

Its constant anger towards the vodka,
it consumes my mother,
she thinks it her escape,
but in reality its to numb the pain,
what about my pain?
what about my escape?

she only thinks about herself,
and the stupid drink in her hand,
my moms not my mom when shes drunk,
i dont claim her,
i feel sorry for her,
yet angry,
its not fair to live this way,
but im used to it,
from over the years.