to mother
You never seem to care or really listen
I hide away because your to busy
But you can't listen to the glisten of salty tears
I'm sorry I'm not good enough for you
to father
you distance yourself
you don't really accept me
so what if I like girls
I'm sorry I'm not good enough
To the boy down the road
You knew what it was like
You made me happy
But now you may never again
Never again care or see the your name carved in my wrist and the tally marks that fill my thighs on how many times I cried about you
I'm sorry I'm not good enough
