i thought i'd made you proud

look; i'm so, so sorry 

i thought i'd made you proud. 

not annoyed, i'm full of misery. 

because i stood out in a crowd. 

wasn't normal, didn't fit in.

not in the future not even now.

i wish you understood me. 

instead of laughing at me aloud. 

what could i do?

to change your view,

other than cover myself with a shroud.

which was the king, which was the fool?

"couldn't have been you" no you didn't see how 

i'm sorry. i'm so, so sorry 

that i couldn't make you proud 

but at least you have my sister. 

to take my place once i'm in the ground. 


This poem is about: 
My family



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