My Life As a Screw Up

(NOTE: I don't know that you can call this a poem. I would say it's a letter, but honestly it was originally intended as a Facebook post. Whatever you want to call it I decided, after reading it over, that someone out there might benefit from reading it. So here you go.)

You know, I would have so much respect for you if I thought you were angery because you thought I was somehow bad for your son, but sadly it is very obvious that all your anger stems from  how being associated with me through your son may make you look to others. That's why you wanted to make it so very obvious to everyone just how angery you are and how much you disapprove of me as his 
S/O. You abandon him with a smirk on your face. You blatantly lied to try to make me look bad, not realizing that he and I are so honest with each other and I have such a strong reputation as an honest person that all he would need is to ask and he would know which story is true. It's not even the first time, but I consider it a certousy and a show of respect to the woman who made him who he is to just put my head down and agree. So I never called you out on anything before. But you happily gave up your post. I may be a massively incompetent screw up in life, but I am consistently kind, honest and loyal. And no, honesty doesn't mean I never lie or that I tell anyone anything they want to know. It means that no one will ever take blame for my mistakes, I will not lie about others, I wont gossip and I won't make anything up to make someone else look bad. So, no matter what I will, at least, always be proud of those rare and wonderful qualities I have managed to acquire and hold onto in my life as a screw up.