I couldn't see through your lies
which seemed to show you loved me,
but all along it turns out
you were trying to change me from the starting line.
I am sorry I wasn't perfect,
but who said I was never happy?
I was beginning to do the things I wanted to do,
good days were visiting more than the bad
and I tried to scream so loud to show you,
but you never heard me -
you had already turned your back.
I am sorry I wasn't perfect,
I wasn't even close.
Now all of these untitled poems quickly gather,
screaming out your name,
screaming out my pain,
because I want to start all over again
and I know you will never let me.
