All Apologies

You sit there on the couch, head hung low
In defeat
Across the hall, the door slams shut
Another night of fighting

I am torn in the middle
Between two foundations of my life
The battles are always the same
Even though I wish they weren't

They are about me
As they always were
The f**k-up child
Wished dead

How I look
Or what I do
The grades at school
Never high enough

Stern talking-to's
And hushed threats
Roll over me
Like a freight train

My hearing loss
A genetic defect
Who blames who
All the same

A world toppled over
Every night as emotions rise
Fever-pitch
And I watch, secretly, at you both

So I'm taking the time
To say something that I should've said years ago:
I am sorry
For not being good enough.

Reviews

[MOON]

Oh you good enough , you more than good enough. Poignant but wonderfully said love the poem.