sangria

And as tasty as it is I don't want to drink sangria at the Christmas Party

Because that would make me the same color as the walls around me

The all too familiar walls that surrounded me until it finally stopped

And now I feel like a person, and now I feel like an adult.

You kept me in regression and it was on purpose

Because alcohol was your only love,

bested even your children

I do not want to drink sangria at the party

I want to hit things until you go away

I want to hit you, 

what an awful thing to say

I want to hit you so that you know that I hate you

Because maybe if I order you around like a seargent

something in your childish mind will actually listen to me

maybe for the first time

And you will leave leave leave

until I never see you again

and I will finally be free !