I'm sorry I didn't turn out how you wanted me to,
I'm sorry I'm not good enough for you.
I'm sorry that sometimes,
I am weak,
And that,
On occasion,
I have admitted defeat.
I am sorry that I have cried,
Salty tears,
Dripping from my eyes.
I am sorry that I disappointed you,
And that I can't be what you want.
All I ever wanted,
Was to be what you wanted.
But,
I guess we don't always get what we want,
Do we,
Mom?