I sit here,

as you take another hit,

you're supposed to be my mother,

not an addict,

You say "it's just marijuana",

with ease,

even as I beg you to stop,

you don't acknowledge it's a disease,

You told me you'd never,

turn out like my dad,

he was into harder drugs,

yours simply aren't as bad,

But I lost him to the streets,

and in a sense I'm starting to lose you,

you don't seem to care,

what else can I do,

You drift farther away from everything,

away from me,

away from the world,

simply away from harsh reality,

It affects everything you do,

though you don't realize,

it's distorted you into something unrecognizable,

something I despise,

It's amazing how well you hide it,

from family and friends,

they'd never be able to understand,

or even comprehend,

I hate it,

and now I'm starting to hate you as well,

you're unbareable when you're high,

I live in a personal hell,

So yeah, go smoke another couple joints,

until you're way past stoned,

forget about your obligations,

leave me in the dark alone