sorry

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