There are some mornings
when I know that I’m doing everything wrong.
I watch you crawling around,
pick up a tray…throw it behind you
and I wonder
what mistakes will I make?
Have I made?

You look so perfect, happy, complete.
I want a guarantee it’ll stay that way.
Maybe I’m just getting a headstart on guilt.

I feel such unreasonable and total responsibility.
Can I really blame myself for everything?

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