when you were little
and you hurt someone
when you smacked someone on the playground
or pushed them down into the malch
your parents made you apologize
a physically paining
and pride-tampering thing
to do at such a young age
so what do you do when you hurt yourself?
who do you apologize to?
don't apologize to me,
apologie to yourself
-somewhere along the lines of what you said to me all those years ago
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the root of compassion
Poetryoften, the bird who sings the loveliest song is the one who has never felt lovely *** a book featuring poetry about my stuggles and the feelings i can not fathom into understandble words
