Sorry
Sorry… I guess.
Sorry I didn’t say it how you like it.
Sorry that I did to you what you’ve done to me
A thousand times.
Sorry for still feeling bad about it.
The empathy is killing me.
In one ear “turn the other cheek”
“Give them a taste of their own medicine” in the other…
But I think that I’m the one
That needs to medicate,
Because everybody’s
So quick to hate
While I apologise for your mistake.
But I’m not a victim
Because victims just
Want attention
I’m just mad.
Sorry I’m mad
Who decided that different
Was a crime? When unique is such a
Human desire.
But all we do is toe the line,
And lie and say that we’re fine.
Sorry… but I won’t say sorry anymore
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