She deserves better

I try not to stare too long.

I try to ignore the detestation etched into my very being,

Laced into my every breath.

I try to love all that she has given me.

Strong legs for forest walks and unbound dancing,

A kind mouth for tasting new flavors and laughing

Open arms for hugging (my loved ones and myself),

Nimble hands for typing my varied thoughts.

I never thank her though.

No.

How can I find gratitude in what is flawed?

How can I find peace in what is wrong?

All I can offer are apologies.

I wish she was not burdened

With a mind like mine.