Pardon me for I have been foolish, Foolish to take you less than who you are. Pardon me for prioritizing others, When you should have been my prime priority. While showering others with balmy vibes, I end up smothering you with my negative pockets. Busy embracing the flaws of others, I never esteemed the excellence in your efforts. Pardon me, for my soul is repenting, Repenting for pushing you to back seat for no reason. Pardon me for raining on you, When you deserve the day light. Yes you, my beloved, adored ‘self’, This poem is bleeding with remorse for doing less good to you than you deserved.