mama, i'm / sorry / that i'm still just / too young / too riddled with / arrogance and / ambition and / anger to / truly see the / sacrifices bred from / a mother's love. / i'm sorry / that my apathetic / soul never learned / what it is / to be empathetic / and i'm sorry / i cannot stop / blinding myself with / anger / because i still haven't / figured out that / all it takes / is a drop of appreciation / to clear my / vision. / mama, i'm sorry / for how long / i saw you as / something standing in / my way, blocking / me from the things i / longed for / instead of realizing / that you were / never / in my way / but were instead / my only way / and i'm sorry / that / i still don't fully / grasp the fact that / nobody / will ever love me / as much as / you.
