Is a slip of hand so unforgivable?
It is to you, you demand perfection
In your hypocrite way
You berate me for a rare, clumsy moment
As if I am this way always
Incompetent, you call me
A word like a knife
Gutting my worth, my self
I had to run for fear you’d see my watery eyes
For fear you’d find them unforgivable
As unforgivable as you find all of me
Author notes
i dropped the tea kettle by accident (which i have never done before) and my grandpa verbally ripped me to shreds over it.
