poetry, Writing

Sorry

I’m sorry for not listening,
I’m sorry for not always being there for you.
I’m sorry for not trying hard enough,
I’m sorry for always being drunk.
I’m sorry for always putting my headphones on and tuning you out.
I’m sorry
I’m turning into my father.
I see it.
But I don’t change it.
Why don’t I change it?

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