I guess I don’t hate you,
I hate the way you made me feel.
I saw a Maya Angelou quote
“People might not remember you… blah blah…
But they will remember how you made them feel”
Boy, do I
I remember how you made me feel
And I don’t want to feel that way,
Nobody should !
They really oughtta lock you away.
I guess hating you is my way
Of making sure I don’t have to feel that way, anymore.
My defense, my mechanism
For making sure I don’t have to remember that
Or go there again.
I am trying to forget
The way you made me feel
It’s difficult. You have bested me
You scarred me and tarred me
And then, worst of all
You feathered me.
I’m sorry you feel
That you are entitled
To more than what you gave me.
I’m sorry that your damage hurt me,
But it’s not my job to apologize for you
And you don’t get any more mulligans
Mulligans are for amateurs
And you’re a professional now
Or So you say…
Oh, did that offend you?
I’m sorry you feel that way.