I\'m sorry
I repeat this again and again
It\'s not you, it\'s just the body that I\'m in
I\'m sorry for so many things
I\'m sorry for not wearing makeup
For taking up too much space
For standing out of place
For being apart of the human race
I\'m sorry
For my lack of control
When I throw my phone
When I cry
When I shout
When I have my doubts
I\'m sorry for saying sorry so much.
Only one person has ever told me to stop apologizing
Told me that there\'s nothing to be sorry for
There\'s nothing I did wrong
They reminded me that not every poem has to rhyme
Apologies are for people that think perfect exists
I hope I can be as unapologetic as this poem is
I\'m not sorry that I didn\'t spend an extra hour putting on makeup this morning
I\'m not sorry that I\'m not the body that you expected
I\'m not sorry that you think this world isn\'t big enough for the both of us
I\'m not sorry for being reckless
For being the type of poem that doesn\'t rhyme
The awkward conversations
Side glances
Failed handshakes
Miscommunication
Embarrassing moments
That the world tends to gloss over
I\'m not sorry
Neither is this poem