Sorry Poem by Desiree Whitamore

well this year started out well
note that sarcasm is intended
im repeating another class
and yet the fences are not yet mended.
dear mom and dad, i'm sorry
but really, what did you expect?
after all, i AM your kid
i watched as you let our life wreck.
i followed your footsteps
aren't you so proud of me?
isn't this what you wished for? that i would be happy.
but ironically enough
i'm not happy at all
in fact i cry inside
in between every fall.
but, really what can i say?
because sorry is all i've said every single day.