Apologise.
I’m really really sorry,
For saying that I am.
And all the things,
- both big and small -
That have put me
Where I am.
My mind plays tricks
with me you see
And no,
That’s not an excuse.
It knocks on my door
and tells me
You’re wrong.
And the right
is to Hate.
It won’t let me see
Sometimes
And covers
The windows to the soul.
It makes me apologise
Blindly
For taking up
Too much Space.
But, back to you
Oh, God,
I’m Sorry
And for saying it again.
This has hit a nerve
It has made me
scared
and has made me
Think
About all of the things
I’m sorry for;
For hurting people
Close to me
and paining my family
too.
For letting those who
have loved me the most
down.
And sometimes it’s to
Combat
and sometimes it’s to
Hurt
and sometimes it’s to
Assault
Not just my Ego
but that part of me
That’s Me.
That little part,
That I know is in there
because people
with hearts if gold
can see her.
They stick around
and celebrate her
her life,
her love.
I’ll never apologise for that part.
That brings joy
to Peoples eyes.
She’s there — I Know.
Trapped inside.
Taking up no space,
Threading
Very Softly.
She combats fear
and my ego
and others
and before this
poem’s even finished
I want to say
I’m sorry.
But this poem
was written
by that little shred
of me
Who still feels that love.
The part that’s
not broken
but
Is sorry
and says it enough.
Her voice
can be heard
through this badly
Written verse.
But she is
I
and I is
She
And I’m
Not Sorry
for That.
