I Was Wrong

This poem is about someone trying to admit wrong with the family

Yes I was wrong…and I would get mean
All of the criticizing… was not seen
They like to judge me…and call me names
Acted like I’m the only… one to blame.
Telling me to get out…and don’t come back
Acting like they want to… give me a smack
First they greet me…with open arms
Letting out all  their… fake charms
The air is thick… and full of  lies
I can tell…by looking in their eyes
So don’t tell me…I’m the only one to blame
When the door opened…there was the feeling of disclaim
What we are in need… is a little understanding
All of this hate…has to have an ending
Please let be soon… before I break
Let us get along…before it’s too late.