Words
I'm Sorry.
Thats what you say.
But what are you sorry for?
Do you really know,
Or are you just saying so?
Do you need to apologize,
Or do I? Perhaps It is me,
That is in the wrong.
Perhaps.
Perhaps we have each gone,
Left each other, not realizing so.
We, I still care.
If I didn't, sorry
wouldn't matter.
But it does, it rips at us,
It is the reason we are so unhappy.
Sorry is the root of our problems.
What if we were to just let go,
Chins held high with vindication.
Our actions justified.
Although mine aren't.
They aren't justified!
I don't know why I do what I do.
I can't give you a reason.
Though there should be one.
I should know why I get upset,
Why I get frustrated.
Why I am so wrapped up in you,
that I no longer know myself,
know my own actions.
That is a scary place to be.
To be in a place where you are
no longer who you though you were,
and certainly not who you ought to be.
But who ought I be?
And odd question, for I've known the answer
since I was young
I ought to be who I am.
I ought to be me.
Easier said than done,
It's hard to be me when I don't know who I am.
But who am I?
Am I merely words to describe who I am as a person?
Perhaps that is all things are.
Words.
For in the end,
Sorry is just
A Word.
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