I’m a terrible father.  

When I drop you off at your mother’s house, 

I’m a failure.  

The frustration zooms out from my mouth, 
you’re not responsible for the verbal slips lopping off my lips. 

Passing on aggression  
Pardon me—wrong word. 
Passing on a legacy of inadequacy: 

As man. 
As dad.  
As human.

Truth be told— 
I simply want to cry to prove to you that I truly am bold.