Doctors Are Clowns

My parents drink.
They drink too much.
When they get drunk.
I get stuck.
I get stuck in my room.
To get away from their drunkeness.
Because they give me the attention.
I want when their sober.
I want them to quit.
I need them to stop.
They don't understand.
It's just me that their hurting.
They're hurting themselves.
And the people around.
They're breaking the promises.
To the ones that are unsound.
I've tried to tell them.
But they just shoo me away.
"Honey, I'm perfectly fine," they always say.
So when the time comes.
When they are hurt.
I will come around and say.
"I told you so, didn't I?"
And unlike what you may think.
I'm not much of a cold and heartless daughter.
I will care for them until they get better.
I will nurse their wounds.
I will help them eat.
I will do anything but sponge baths, and give them a drink.
Anything but alcohol.
That is perfectly fine with me.
But please mommy, daddy, please.
Why don't you realize.
That I'm always in my room.
Because of that bottle in your hand.
Why don't you realize.
That I'm going to get out of hand.
Because of the attention you never gave me.
When your head was right.
And because of all the attention.
Far into the night.