A nuisance,
a burden, a bother,
a hassle,
that's really,
truly
all I am.
Always causing problems,
never fixing them.
Always the embarrassment,
never the pride.
I'm stuck with the outcome
when
all
I
really
want
is the expectation.
Disappointment and scorn,
a river between us.
(written two years ago)
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