I'm sorry for being angry,
Covering my face, hiding from responsibility.
Holding onto defiance, hatred.
Pushing love away, it's putrid.
Being close makes me sick.
But for you, it's a stick.
I'm tired of your curiosity
Your annoyance is a monstrosity.
I'm slowly separating from you
Telling you my "truths" weren't true.
Maybe the real truth is this:
I'm not sorry at all!
Our friendship I will not miss!
It's a leap, not a fall.
I'm clinging to what I believe,
Pushing your beliefs away.
I'm begging you please, leave.
I don't know how to stay!
I guess the truth will not be changed.
You killed my hopes, my dreams were hanged!
So, oddly, I wanted to say sorry,
But now I'm filled with worry.
You broke me down, I stood up,
You emptied my heart, I filled my cup.
I stood up against your insults.
I pointed out all of your faults.
So this is my apology, or not.
I guess and apology is not what we thought.
