Guilt Personified
After all we have done for you.
Guilt winds around my ankles like a rope.
You should be more grateful.
The rope is jerked up and I fall on my head.
We cannot believe that you….
No, I do not imagine you can, I think.
But I am my own person now.
With my own opinions and goals.
You do not realize all that we sacrificed.
I never asked you to, I think, but I am too respectful to say it.
I make a mental note to stop coming home so often.
It’s not a positive place, and I have no guilt in my current residence.
We did this and we did that.
We
We
We
We
We
For the first time I realize how selfish my parents are.
This is when I decide to tell them I will not be home for Christmas.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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