Broken Glasses -poem

I am honestly too young to drink.

The alcohol fills my throat and has me drowning.

Not from my own intake but by your words .

Your words that hit me like empty bottles .

One too many,

Shot glasses. . .

It stings when it goes down,

And i can't take it.

Your voice changes

Like a sweet lil girl that you wanted me to be.

A drunk man doesn't tell any lies

So I don't lie when i say this,

I see it fills you up.

You go back and forth

"I'll be right back"

And you come back with two friends that

You can sip by the minute,

Yet, I was here waiting.

Does your head hurt yet?

You seem to walk with a twitch in your step.

I laugh out loud but frown inside

The drinks don't look good on you

But I won't tell you.

I'll just listen.

As you tend to tell too much,

lectures and stories.

Some Informational, some truthful, all painful.

Here comes another glass

Raise your hand ,

2 shots please !

And there I am drowning again.

In my own sea of drinks &

Glasses that fall over.

It gets into my eyes and form tears

They don't taste salty, just stings my throat.

Maybe that's why i'm too young to drink.