I’m sorry I’m not beautiful enough.

I’m sorry I don’t fit your standard of normality

I’m sorry you feel pity for my internal issues.

I’m delicate like a sprouting sunflower, yet you can’t handle me.

My insecurities bother you to the point you feel entitled to ruin my life.

I’m sorry I’m not good enough.

You thrive over my self-doubt.

You love seeing me hurt in a rinse and repeat cycle.

You hate seeing me unapologetic .

I say sorry for the old me who perished long ago.

She couldn’t handle life and dissipated into dust.

The dust you couldn’t stand.

The dust you ridiculed when she was depressed.

I am sorry she past but from pain pleasure exists.

Her soul shed new wings.

I’m sorry I’m a new woman.

I’m sorry you are bitter .

No longer I feel bad.

I’m a bird now.