Thank You (sonnet and song)

I don't hate you for all the things you've done.
I'm not bitter over words you have said.
You taught me when to stay and when to run,
You taught me how to always look ahead.
Your unpredictability was cruel,
But still there was a purpose in that too.
I learned to recognize a lying fool,
I learned to hear your words and see right through.
I'll never understand how you can lie
And somehow think that nobody will know,
I still don't know why you bother to try,
When it's so clear you're putting on a show.
Thanks for teaching me to keep on trying,
Despite all your irrational lying.

The One Thing I Still Can't Do (sonnet)

The mean things you say just drive me crazy,
You change your mind one minute to the next.
You say that my memory is hazy,
That somehow all the dots just don't connect.
The funny thing is, I have some pictures
Of things you swear to God you never did --
Sheetrock put up overnight. What is worse --
The fact you lied or the holes that you hid?
I tell myself just to be like a duck
Letting the water roll right off its back,
But somehow I still keep on getting stuck
Having to listen to all of your crap.
I gave up years ago; I forgave you.
Forgetting's the one thing I still can't do.