Thursday, 27 June 2013
The words just fall out of my mouth.
I try to stop them, I try.
But they just. keep. falling. out.
I apologise for things I have no control over.
For things I have no need to apologise for.
For things you've done to yourself.
For shit that is not mine.
I take it on my shoulders
into my guilt reservoirs
But I'm shouldn't be sorry
It's not my fault you're late.
Or too early.
Or under-dressed, overdressed or undressed.
If you're angry, hurt, upset, scared or worried
It's usually your own issues not mine.
But I will apologise.
Again and again
and the words will be empty of meaning and you won't believe me...
I won't believe me.
Posted by LatteJunkie at 18:35