Shattered

I watched them gulp the whole bottle down

I know where one get its, but for the other I have no clue how

They were the same, stubborn and loud

One I could've stopped, the other I couldn't control

I let them get out of hand and it's a shame I let it show

They dance like hookers and sang like dying cats

I'm surprised they haven't been raped, mugged, or beaten with bats

I've heard many stories, about alcoholics being used and battered

But because of their actions they got what was coming, yet my life is the one that is shattered

*written in 8th grade