It is not my fault that I exist

My pressence is not a mistake

My words are not baseless

What I feel is not pointless

The stupid shit I do truly does not concern you

It is not my fault that you choose to give a fuck

I cannot apologize for the way that I am

Frenzied sanity blowing up like grenades

Sheltered darkness breaking free

I can no longer excuse the burning desire to just be

Accepting my crazy, on the jagged road to the light in me

If there is one word I would like to erase from my vocabulary

At least for a week, perhaps a century

It would be the common phrase of I'm sorry

I am tired of being repentent for living out my story