I apologized for correcting you. when you told me I was wrong. I apologized for not listening to you, when you would ask me to be quiet.
I painted my skin red with anguish that I could stand up to par with what you required. Drowned my lungs in cheap toxins that left me sick the next morning.
Facing you. I apologized for running my mouth, for telling you I loved you. when you got tired of hearing it everyday.
I lathered my skin purple with your aggression that I could ever learn to obey. Sinking my stomach in doctored ways that left me unconscious for hours and dead the next morning.
Facing you. Dead.
I didn’t have to, because you finally felt sorry for burying me, way after I already passed.