You slam the door Then call it love Say I'm too much Then not enough You twist my words till I feel small Then shake your head Like it's my fault. I learned your moods like traffic lights Green one day Red every night You raise your voice I raise my walls Wait for your sorry It never falls. You never say "I'm sorry" You just say I'm to blame You rewrite every story Till I'm drowning in shame You call it being honest You call it "that's just me" But I am not your hallway For footsteps and fury And I won't wait forever To hear "I'm sorry". Birthday calls that end in fights Compliments with crooked spikes "Look what I've done. You should be glad" Then "after all I've done" when you're mad. I kept receipts inside my chest Tiny lists of your regrets Things you did but never named So I grew up and took the blame. I practiced all the words for you In bathroom mirrors Turning blue "That hurt me, Dad" Stayed in my throat You laughed it off Another joke. So here's the truth you taught to me I owe myself what you won't speak I whisper it into the dark "I'm sorry, kid" I take your part.