Parents
You were supposed to be there every step of the way
You were supposed to hold my hand for my shots
You were supposed to help me ride a bike
You were supposed to be there.
You were supposed to love me, us.
But you were not there every step of the way.
You were not there to hold my hand
You were not there to help me ride a bike
And the saddest part of it all is that you did not show me, us the love that you were supposed to.
Thank you.
I am strong, and I am proud.
And I will learn how to forgive you.
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