I am sorry that perfect is not what you see,
And I'm sorry you could never say that you were proud of me.
I am sorry that the love was never there,
I am sorry you never woke up to my nightmares.
I am sorry that you never cared for my welfare,
I am sorry that you were the one to always swear.
I am sorry I was the one to have glasses broken on me,
And I am sorry you were always cranky.
I am sorry that your priorities were mainly alcohol and drugs,
I am sorry that you were not the one to chase away the bed bugs.
I am sorry that I was an ugly disgrace,
From the minute you saw me at my birthplace.
But I am sorry to say that I'm out of sorry's for you,
And I've left now to people that care that even give me a curfew.
I don't care about the hate,
This is because I have left your gate.
I want that happy life,
I don't need all the stupid not needed strife.
I am who I am,
And to tell you the truth I don't give a damn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem