Sorry

 



I add sorry to the end of my sentences

As if I'm sorry for what I say

My words are a form of protection

That I must strip away

I must always be quiet

And I can't make any demands

When I speak, I must be careful

That all my words are planned

For my words are weapon

One that I can never use

And when everything is gone

They are the last thing I can lose

To protect my very being

I must never speak too loud

If I ever do speak

I will barely make a sound

So I always say sorry

As if my words burn me

My words are my own prison

And I can never be free





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