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?