Things are better now. 
Not better in the way of solved,
more like modifying your expectations
so that you don’t end up angry.

I’m sorry that I was angry.
The pills weren’t doing enough
in the wrong combination
to work.  I now have

a direct line to my psychologist
and can get refills by text.
I’m sorry that nothing else changed.
I still wear T-shirts, still

work the same job, the same
fast food restaurants for lunch,
the same wife to come home to.
I’m sorry that I’m still angry.

That you and I used to be friends
but aren’t anymore.  That you changed
and I didn’t grow right with you.
That when I opened up to you,

you ran.  I’m sorry that I dumped
all that on you, but you were
my friend, and who are you supposed
to tell these things to?