Thank You, Mom

I used to get so mad at you

It was easy to be sad and blame it on you

How could I even talk to anyone? No one understood

But I guess it was always a long shot that any one could. 

Alcohol to some seemed to cool

But to me it was only cruel

It took you and twisted you, made you something that you're not

and then one day you had to say good bye and that was a lot

I had to grow up, I had to step up

To help take care of my family, they were all so busy

But now things are better

Things are greater

The disease is never really gone

But at least for this blonde

You are now healthy and happy, so I can be too

This poem is about: 
My family
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