You know what?
I'm not sorry.
I'm not sorry for growing to be a better me.
I'm not sorry for all of my past you can see.
I'm not sorry for sticking to my heart.
I'm not sorry for letting the norms of society and me part.
I'm not sorry for never changing for you.
I'm not sorry if both us are through.
I'm not sorry for the hurt I've caused.
Because people need to learn how to mend their flaws.
But I guess that brings out my flaws too.
My impatient shouting hides my care for you.
My stubbornness helps me believe my lies.
And makes me forget, to my surprise.
The wrongs I've done are masked away.
I forget that other people need time to be okay.
I forget how much time it has taken to change.
And that I'm still changing, growing, it's strange.
I expect people to be quicker and do the same.
It's selfish and my care gets hidden by pain.
Just know right now that I have my regrets.
And I don't expect them to be something everybody gets.
I am sorry.
I am.
Even if you can't see.
I'm sorry that the problem will always be me.
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The power of emotions
PoetryThis is a poetry book: some are positive, some are negative and some unintentionally turn out deep and/or spiritual because that's part of me. I'll try to make as many poems as possible positive though :) I'll add to this whenever I feel like it an...
