I apoligize

He tells me to say sorry So I am You weren’t there and I don’t mean it not even a little but who am I To defy the hypocrite he tells me to care and see you but you may know he never will I see Someone real And cool a kind person More than him I see someone to which human reactions apply On both sides of a conflict I never meant for you to hear my words You didn’t but he did, sorry Now him and me We’re fighting again This silence drags on And maybe I’m starting to feel remorse I really am Then I pull out my mirror I see the little girl again The one that could not or would not speak to anyone outside her small closed world the little girl who was so stupid who turned six and seven without knowing how to read the girl who turned nine and still couldn’t ride her bike couldn’t even play a game I see the boy who could be her twin Two years that ripped them apart His taunts and tricks cover The earth and the playground Two more years go by He runs her off the bike she longs to ride He laughs as she struggles to learn The years pass and hurt grows but Hey how do I know what you really think Maybe I’m all wrong But all I know is I’m not not one bit sorry