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I apologise

For being myself

I apologise

For telling the truth

I apologise

For hating myself

I apologise

For my feelings

I'm sick

Sick of apologising

But it dosn't seem to stop

Why do i feel like

I have to apologise

For everything

I do

And feel

I'M SORRY

I'M MYSELF

I'M SORRY

I FEEL THIS WAY

I'M SORRY

I'M HARD TO DEAL WITH

I'M SORRY

I DONT BELIEVE YOU

WHEN YOU TELL ME

ITS OKAY

ITS FINE

THAT YOU LOVE ME

THAT I MATTER

WHEN ALL I SEE

IS A SHITTY PERSON

WITH NOTHING-

JUST NOTHING

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