I'm sorry I came in and ruined your life.
Your pretend happiness with your storybook wife.
I'm sorry I can't get those perfect grades.
I know you always wanted a kid with straight A's.
I'm sorry I'm not beautiful, like you imagined.
You always seem to ask me what happened.
What happened to me. I never do anything right.
You are never proud. It's not even in sight.
Whatever I do. It's not enough for you.
No matter how much I try. I sit alone and cry.
I always wonder if it will get better.
While I sit here typing these letters.