I’m sorry you hate my attitude;

It doesn’t fit with your perfect-happy-pink-glitter lifestyle.

I’m sorry, I try, but I never seem to live up to your idea of what I should be,

Maybe I shouldn’t be,

Can’t be, perfectly happy like you.

I’m sorry that anytime, every time, I express myself, you call it “self-pity”.

I’m sorry you don’t believe me

When I say there’s nothing to pity,

Nothing I care about enough

To bother pitying it;

When I say I hate myself

I fucking mean it.

I’m sorry I can’t show you how much I hate myself without hating myself more.

If I told you the truth

You would hate me too,

Got to laugh at that, because I think you already do.

I’m sorry, but I lost all the joy in my life

A long time ago.

I’m sorry, but don’t you remember?

You made me get rid of it;

Made me throw it away like so much trash.

Fuck You! It wasn’t trash to me!

You always find me in the wrong,

Who exactly made you judge and jury?

You always have to correct me;

Think I’m broken,

Need to be fixed.

I never am, and sorry, but I’m never going to be.

I’m sorry you never take my side;

Instead, you make it your duty to stand opposite;

I don’t know why there’s sides at all

Or maybe I do

Maybe that’s just what family means.

I’m sorry that I push you away,

I’m more sorry that I never seem to succeed.

I’m sorry I’m too weak to actually do anything that matters.

For myself.

I’m more sorry that nothing really matters anymore.

I’m sorry, but...why are you never sorry?