Sorry, not sorryA Poem by TrappedControl lies in the way you think.
I’m sorry
That I hurt you With the words Spilling From My mouth. I’m sorry That I was in the wrong place At the wrong time. I’m sorry That my eyes Are brown Instead of blue. I’m sorry That my heart Is unable to be painted As is everything That does not exist. I’m sorry That the world Will face it’s inevitable death And my world Will cease To exist. I’m sorry That this world Is not my place. I’m sorry That my impact On the world’s coffee cups Is nothing But a single Drop Of cream. I’m sorry That you placed me into this world And chipped me down Until I ceased to exist. I’m sorry That the muscle that can create worlds Cannot figure out the volume Of a cube. I’m sorry That I Was born Painted In rainbow. I’m sorry That my fingers Cannot comprehend The process Of creating worlds On canvas. I’m sorry That my voice Cannot reach The heights Of the most successful World creators; Creating world Written in notes, Drawn in lyrics, And strung in emotion. I’m sorry That my stomach Craves Energy That my brain denies. I’m sorry That I can’t smile When I’m in the middle Of a storm. I’m sorry That I cannot Find The eye Of my category 5 hurricanes. I’m sorry That I Have not Shown My True, Vulnerable, Self. I’m sorry That I cannot be me, Without having flakes of the lies That I paint myself in every day. I’m not sorry That I Cannot fathom A day When I wish My wrists Had bands Of blood. I’m not sorry That I Wish of the day When I can End the pain. I’m not sorry Because I Am not At fault. That position goes to the person who I believed would guide me to success. That position goes to a father who watched his child grow. That position goes to a mother that stood to the side and watched her daughter crumble. That position goes to a girlfriend who believed in her love, but not enough to act on the stench of death. That position goes to the birds who do not have the bravery to fly. That position does not go to me. No matter how much I try. That position Goes To You. © 2019 TrappedAuthor's Note
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AuthorTrappedNaperville, ILAboutI just write to escape the outside world and to erase my pain. I’ve been told my poems are “amazing” but all I see in them is my faults. more..Writing
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