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I’m sorry.
How can I make you see
there is a new version of me?
This is no plea,
it’s my choice to drink this tea.
Indignant and mad —
It’s hard to be a pressurized lad.
I was lost and sad,
I didn’t realize I was acting so bad.
It never helps to get drunk
if you’re a sour punk.
Don’t smoke the skunk —
It will leave you in a funk.
Numbing the uncomfortable is bunk.
I was a turd —
so now I’m going inward.
Time to drop the absurd
and stop living so deterred.
I apologize,
I faced my own demise —
and many solitary cries.
I’m not begging for a compromise,
just look in my eyes
and see there are no lies —
or anything left to chastise.
Growing up is pain —
Forgiveness stops the rain.
So clear your brain,
drop the disdain.
Every storm runs out of rain
and the sun will shine again.
November 19, 2024
