Memoirs of the Night

How 'Sorry' Became My Favorite Word

I grew up in a house where pride comes first 

While kindness was nothing but a curse; 

I was a child hungry for love and attention 

However, all I felt was tension

I grew up in a house where voices were louder 

That of which only made them prouder; 

For years, they locked me in a cage 

A "home" they made as a stage

I grew up in a house where guilt lurked behind 

Latching unto my heart and mind; 

They made me question my reality 

As they take away parts of me

As I grew up in this house 

The seed of rage inside me sprouts 

I was deprived of love and was instead given torment 

And I thought I deserved this kind of maltreatment

Anxiety festers like the blisters on my back 

As these thoughts remind me of what I lacked; 

Sorrow was my greatest company 

In this house of puppetry

How great of a puppeteer they were 

Pulling me constantly into a spur 

Attaching countless strings to my limbs 

And in the process, they clipped my wings

Every mistake in this house was mine to bear 

Protesting was something I couldn't dare

And I gladly took the blame in the air 

Even when my younger self has yet to know the word "unfair"

It didn't take long to shake my core 

With sanity clinging by the door 

My identity was about to be shred 

As life hung by a thread 

How painful it was to live with the people I couldn't forgive 

And every day, this pain is something I have to relive; 

I grew up in a house where apologies were always deferred 

And that is how "sorry" became my favorite word