Can you see yourselves?

Vommit, grime, and food scraps are strewn over everything.

Your clothes smell like mint, smoke, and tequila.

I turn my face in disgust, remembering last night.

What started as innocence turned to craze….

You were so drunk it wasn’t funny.

I went back because i couldn’t leave you

to hurt yourselves walking back in the dark.

I fell in the mud trying to help you guys…

and in my shower to get it off,

was forgotten….all i needed was a pair of shorts.

I was just trying to stay out of trouble,

to be there in case you needed my help,

you guys couldn’t have taken care of yourselves…

People were touching me…my face, my arms, my legs…

My own family was reduced to this?

A bunch of adults drunk….shaped into children.

I had to leave…i couldn’t sit back and let things keep happening.

I left, i wanted you to stay so you wouldn’t get hurt,

that’s why i went in the first place.

But you couldn’t let me go.

You were in more danger by sitting at the house,

than i was leaving to go home.

I hate feeling so young when i’m being responsible.