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Controversial.

You are nothing but an alcoholic. 

and a slave to your addiction.

You hide behind the empty fridge,

Though I know that much is fiction.

I found the pills among your socks, 

and the Vodka under your sink.

You disappear behind that door,

whenever you need a drink. 

I hate all this pretending, 

and the lies thrown in my face.

You might as well be Pinocchio, 

because your nose that tower does replace.

What makes this worse,

is who you paint me out to be.

apparently, though you're lonely and drunk, 

I'm immature and perpetually lazy.

But see, I'm growing closer to God,

and working hard on my grades. 

I'm doing the best I can, 

especially for my age. 

You think you were the perfect child, 

that nothing you did came to disappoint.

Let me tell you something,

I'm living life with a much different viewpoint. 

Success to me is pleasing God, 

and living how He wants me to. 

This means much more than just a job, 

it means there's still growing to do. 

It means avoiding work that can distract, 

and freeing up my Sundays. 

It means I need to trust Him,

to throw Him my burden always. 

Please, just trust me when I tell you, 

I've done all I can to find a place of work. 

I'm not hiding from my future, 

I'm simply laying down the groundwork.

If no one hires me,

there's little I can do. 

They're the ones making the decision, 

on who to give their jobs to.

Another thing I hate,

is when you tell me what to pursue. 

I'd rather be without a job, 

than to end up just like you.

While you're still paying off those loans, 

I'll be free from debt and drama. 

I'm still a work in progress, 

My life should be at a comma. 

You, on the other hand, 

who are you to say...

to get my life in order, 

when your life's in disarray?

If you're so perfect, 

oh, then how'd you end up here?

I'm not saying I'm perfect, 

but no one is, my dear. 

Why are you so stubborn to think,

there's just no other way?

I've gotten this far in life,

and haven't been led astray. 

I'm responsible and dependable.

I have friends-turned-family who love me. 

What do you have?

No one, unless your drinking friends are hungry. 

So, just one more time, 

tell me how to live my life. 

Prove to me you know what's best...

on how to live without the strife. 

I feel the knives driven in my back, 

and know you put them there. 

I think you spent some time suffocating me, 

but now I'm breathing fresh air.