Sorry Mom

 Sorry Mom, for being an odd teen.


Others may shout; I’m quiet like a mouse


And  wake up early as can be,

         

 Sorry, that I help around the house.

 

And don’t complain about the food we eat,


Sorry, that I don’t get piercings and tattoos

 

  Sorry, that I never say mean things.


 Sorry, that I don’t stay up too late;


And for getting the phone when it rings.

 

And Mom, I’m sorry that I don’t hate you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Made this poem in 2009.

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