Wednesday, September 21, 2005
i'm sorry
I'm sorry, my friend, for that time when Timothy pulled your pony-tail and you got upset, and I couldn't convince you that not all the kids hate you. Labels: musings
I'm sorry, my friend, for that time when you broke your Snoopy water bottle and cried the whole day, and I couldn't convince you that your mum would not scold you for it.
I'm sorry, my friend, for that time when you were beaten up by bullies and didn't want to go to school, and I couldn't get you to see that you were a much bigger person than them.
I'm sorry, my friend, for that time when your sister broke your Optimus Prime robot and you didn't want to talk to her, and I couldn't get you to forgive her.
I'm sorry, my friend, for that time when you got detention and got worried sick, and I couldn't get you to see that your parents won't disown you.
I'm sorry, my friend, for that time when that damn bitch Katherine Lee mocked you in front of everybody just because you asked for her number and you got so embarrased you didn't want to go to school, and I couldn't convince you that no 14 year old girl is worth it.
I'm sorry, my friend, for that time when you had your first fight with your first girlfriend and it was the first time I saw you cry because you were afraid that she would dump you, and I couldn't convince you that fights are normal in relationships.
I'm sorry, my friend, for that time when you fought with your dad because he told you to dump your girlfriend and you wanted to run away from home, and I couldn't convince you that your father wants the best for you.
I'm sorry, my friend, for that time when you failed a paper in college and sat on the college stairs dejectedly with eyes that had no more tears to shed, and I couldn't convince you that it wasn't the end of the world.
I'm sorry, my friend, for that time when you broke up with your boyfriend and cried for days, and I couldn't convince you that you deserved so much better.
I'm sorry, my friend, for that time when your best friend stabbed you once in the back and again in the front and you had no one to turn to, and I couldn't seem to tell you that I would always be there for you.
I'm sorry, my friend, for that time when you were in mourning, and I just couldn't find the words to console you.
I'm sorry, my friends, for I will dry your tears, listen to you pour out your heart's content and be there for you but I sometimes can't seem to find my tongue when it matters most.







