I don't see the big deal in drinking. But my parents do. They outlook the many possibilities that may happen to me as I decide on my life & here I remind myself that I do a lot more than what they think. Bad things may happen, but I'll pick them up & keep them in my pocket. They  are my hope that anything that comes in my future I will be able to handle. 

Until they trust and learn to let go of me as their baby girl, I'll still sneak out & do shit. 

I'm still their good girl.