Hurt hurt hurt .
That's all I'm capable of.
Selfish. Selfish. Selfish.
That's all I see in the mirror.
Mean. Cold. Selfish. Angry.
That's all I am.
Why do you always hurt the ones you love the most.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for who I am.
I'm sorry for who I've been to you.
Excuses, I have so many.
So many, they fall out of my mouth like tickets at an arcade game.
There really is no excuse.
To justify myself.
YOU ARE READING
Things never said
PoetryPoetry written by a lost soul at different points in my life. I hope to get feedback and I hope that you'll enjoy 😊 as reading please keep in mind that I am a novice poet with a soul full of words that can only glimpse into what I may be feeling bu...
