No rhyme scheme here, enjoy!

Loud and Drunk
It's nearly eleven o'clock,
She escapes, and heads down the block
She finds a piece of open sky,
And she is happy, all alone.
Without the careless passerby,
Her words cannot be heard,
By anyone at home.

Things are loud and drunk at home.
She doesn't want to be there,
When maternal inhibitions break,
And the bitter truth hangs in heavy air.

Her father "doesn't drink"
And he goes to all him meetings,
But his eyes are hazy and he doesn't blink,
And she loathes his throaty breathing.