I’m sorry for believing that I have no other half,
When everyone else needs a soulmate.
Because I am a complete human being on my own,
Not a puzzle to be completed by a man.
In a society that puts a premium on romance,
I’m sorry for believing that friendship is more important.
The world still revolves without a lover,
But slows when friendships fade to dust.
I’m sorry that I don’t believe in fairytales,
Or at least the kind children’s books endorse.
My happily ever after is a plane ticket to adventure,
Not a generic shining castle and golden crown.
When everyone else posts staged photos,
I’m sorry for enjoying some reality sprinkled in.
Honesty brings technicolor splendor
To the bland black-and white stage of the fake.
I’m sorry that I chose to love the person I’m becoming,
Rather than resenting all my imperfections.
I refuse to romanticize low self-esteem,
Or fund an industry that preys on our flaws.
And while everyone is losing faith in the world,
I’m sorry that I still have hope for the future.
Not because every person is beautiful,
But because united we can create something beautiful.
I’m sorry for not feeling the least bit sorry,
Because I will not compromise by values for anyone.
For who would I be if I lived by another’s morals?
So, I’m not at all sorry for having beliefs that will remain strong.