I apologize most solemnly

To every sick,

Son of a bitch

Who evoked in me

A desire to diminish

Their assets and accolades,

In the groove of 

An undulating adolescence.

Forgive me, friends

It seems to me

I hated you not

For what you had

Or the things you achieved

But for the guardian commemorations

That you received from you folks

And mine too.


While I lay at bay

In midst of a new life crisis,

With every new chapter that passed 

Through graphic school desks,

Creeping class after class

Like translucence after dark;

Was only but a waste-

Year after year.

 

For I had other lessons

In life to encounter.

While they taught, I understood

It wasn't acceptable to flounder.

But you aced, dear mate everytime-

And that is from where had crept

A dislike and disregard of you-

Of a perfect child that my guardians knew.

-K.G.