I think I'll write a paragraph.
A poem, I'm not so sure.

Of being happy
with my mother
as she told me love comes first.

Of being happy
with my sister
as she took back that colored glare.

Told me they were sorry
nothing else is there.

Nothing else but time gone past
a diamond, and a jewel.

...

I want to tell them.
I'm Pathetic.

I want to tell them.
that I Regret it.

Every word That I have ever said it.
said those lies that just weren't true.

I want to tell you,
that there is love.

and that most of all,

i
am
the
fool.

(A poem I did write.
Huh, such a tool)