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I wish I could just blink and make it go away
I am afraid of trusting people because I know there are people like me out there.
I’ve learned how to make myself avoid certain emotions, and still bond with people.
I’ve been taught to sort people out in my heard.
That is why I hate people when it isn’t necessary.
That is why I snap before I want to.
I wish a blink would make it all go away.
I’m sorry for being what I was.
I’m sorry for being the little girl who couldn’t control her anger, the girl who couldn’t tell the difference between the punching bags at karate and her poor brother.
I’m sorry for never being able to shut my mouth.
I’m sorry for disappointing people.
I’m sorry for my habit of lying and laughing everything serious off.
I’m sorry for being to stubborn.
I’m sorry for never trying to understanding people.
I’m sorry for annoying people by singing the same song over and over in my scratchy voice and pressing repeat after every single one of my favorite songs.
I’m sorry for never learning to use money the right way.
I’m sorry for lying to you, straight in the eye.
I’m sorry for all the teardrops that spilled out of your green eyes.
I’m sorry for outnumbering your smooth tears.
I’m sorry for twisting my words.
Sorry for seriously mistaking you as the bad guy.
I wish I could just blink and find everything perfectly in place.