Youíve made countless excuses
about the way you treated me,
and Iíve thought a lot about it all.
Iíve decided that you donít
treat people very well.
I could never treat someone
the way you treated me.
And it grieves my heart to say it,
and it has taken a long time
for me to accept it,
but youíre not a good person.
I wrote this poem
so that I could read it every day
and remind myself of that fact.
I never want to forget it again.