He tells me to say sorry
So I am
You weren’t there
and I don’t mean it
not even a little
but who am I
To defy the hypocrite
he tells me to care
and see you
but you may know he never will
I see
Someone real
And cool a kind person
More than him
I see someone to which human reactions apply
On both sides of a conflict
I never meant for you to hear my words
You didn’t but he did, sorry
Now him and me
We’re fighting again
This silence drags on
And maybe I’m starting to feel remorse
I really am
Then I pull out my mirror
I see the little girl again
The one that could not or would not
speak to anyone outside her small closed world
the little girl who was so stupid
who turned six and seven without knowing how to read
the girl who turned nine
and still couldn’t ride her bike
couldn’t even play a game
I see the boy who could be her twin
Two years that ripped them apart
His taunts and tricks cover
The earth and the playground
Two more years go by
He runs her off the bike she longs to ride
He laughs as she struggles to learn
The years pass and hurt grows but
Hey how do I know what you really think
Maybe I’m all wrong
But all I know is I’m not
not one bit
sorry