Poem: excuse/s

i couldn’t possibly know what you have been through.

and what,

daily, you go through.

doesn’t mean i won’t always feel guilty for people like me and what

we’ve done to anyone else in this world.

doesn’t mean i can’t try to understand.

there’s no one like you. at least i know that much.

and just as well.

because it makes me who i am.

(whoever i am).