Apologise when you screw up,
Don’t feed my rabid trauma pup,
I’ve grown up blamed for every deal,
My interest lies in being real.

Forgive me when I get it wrong,
Don’t make it all about your song,
I can’t connect if you keep score,
So let it go, don’t treat me poor.

Apologise when you’re at fault,
Don’t speak to me like I’m a dolt,
You’ll gain much more respect this way,
Let kindness have the final say.

But don’t expect I’ll take the blame,
To ease your conscience all the same,
When I am wrong I will concede,
When you are wrong accept your deed.

So say you’re sorry now and then,
Forgive the times I may offend,
When ego steps aside to feel,
The wounds inside begin to heal.

© The Complicated Bunny – 24 Jan 2022

This poem is the thirteenth in a series of prose about boundaries, which are essentially conversations with myself. Yet another homework assignment from my clinical psychologist, designed to help me recognise my own personal boundaries so I can form healthy relationships moving forward.