I apologize a lot. I say “I’m sorry” a lot, even when there’s nothing to be sorry for. Maybe as a form of apology. A form of empathy because I don’t have anything else to say. A lot had to do when I was learning about my anxiety and depression, and realizing that a lot of what I thought was ‘wrong’ really wasn’t. It was just different from other people. And some was people making me feel bad for things, not because I was doing something wrong, but because of their own jealousies and insecurities. Well, I finally got to a point I got tired of apologizing. And that’s the story behind this poem.

 

No More Apologies

I’m done apologizing

For not knowing everything

I’m done apologizing

For falling down, for failing, for forgetting something

I’m done apologizing

Because I didn’t fit into some model in your mind

Of the way that things are suppose to be

Of the way people should live their lives

I’m done apologizing

Because I have a different view

I’m done apologizing

Because I walked off without you

I’m done apologizing

Because I wouldn’t let you walk over me

Because I called you out on your drama

I called out your hypocrisy

I’m done apologizing

For shedding my bad ways

For pushing myself to be stronger

Even though you thought I was crazy

I’m done apologizing

For taking action when you wouldn’t move

I’m done apologizing

Because I did what you won’t do

I’m done apologizing

And putting myself down

Just so that you feel better

Whenever I’m around

I’m done apologizing

For wanting to be free

I’m done apologizing

For wanting to be me