You Didn’t Either
I don’t know what it’s like to have a mother who’s always there, who likes to sing songs and bake you cookies.
Somehow I have to be something that I have never known.
I don’t know what it’s like to have a father that would protect you from everything at any expense.
Somehow I’m supposed to find that in a man without ever having felt that.
I don’t know what it’s like to have a friend that would drop everything for you if you needed them.
Somehow I have to learn how to do that for someone else to keep a friendship.
I don’t know how to heal my wounds from broken hearts and unkind words.
Somehow I’m supposed to, on my own, even though I wasn’t the one who broke me.
But you didn’t either.
Someone forgot to give my parents the instruction manual.
I wish they had remembered.
