Brainweird Feels and Other Things

Fine, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I chose to make you mad
By crying out for your attention
Wasting your time
With my incessant begging for things I don't need
Like respect
Validation
Empathy
Love
All of those unnecessary little things
Luxuries, even
How pathetic of me
I did not even ask your permission to speak
Before I dared to raise my voice
And how kind of you
How merciful
How generous
To only strike me with your words
To lash at me with your sharp tongue
When any sane man
Would give me a proper punishment
One that I deserve
Even though you know
I cannot learn from my mistakes

I know tomorrow will probably be the same
But that's
Fine
I'm sorry.