I wrote this poem in January of 2004 when I was frustrated with Matt and blamed him for my life going awry. Looking back, it was misplaced blame on a situation that only I had control over. At the time, it was much easier to blame Matt rather than take a look at myself and how I was responsible for the mess I made of my life.
How do I stop
from feeling all of this resentment and anger
at the deadbeat who calls himself your dad?
Will I ever feel better
about our almost dead-end situation
your dad has put us in?
Will you ever forgive me
for not having everything
someone as wonderful as you should have?
Can you show me where to
find a glimmer of hope
and that without him
both of us will be alright?