A Poets Book

I'm Sorry

I can feel their eyes on me

I can't meet their gaze, but i can feel it.

I can feel it burn holes in the back of my neck

as their words stab my heart.

I don't speak, because I fear saying the wrong words.

I always say the wrong things to the wrong people.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I can't be normal.

I'm sorry I can't make you happy.

I'm sorry for a lot of things,

But i'm not sorry for being me.

I never will be sorry for that.