I'm Sorry
I’m Sorry,
But why should you think that?
Who gave the right to know that?
Why does it matter?
Do you know that hurts me to know that my secret is exposed?
Now we are both hurt.
I’m sorry,
But you’re the reason we hurt
You’re the reason we cry at night
I don’t like crying, but you made the lunchroom feel like a warzone
and now I’m feeling like that I don’t matter.
I’m sorry,
But the girl you know and the guy I am? Two Different People.
But go together like yin and yang.
Hello?
Hello!?!
TELL IT TO MY FACE!
You’re Sorry?
Why are you rolling your eyes while saying that?
Do I really matter to you or is someone making you say it?
I’m sorry,
I don’t think that you are actually listening,
But my words are not poison, but something worth your time.
Why else do you think I talk so loud?
Hello?
Hello!?!
TELL IT TO MY FACE!
I’m weak?
Well does it look like I care?
This is me.
I’m not sorry.
I’m tired of thinking that I have to fight. So see me as I am.
When did someone crown you queen? Who gave you that right?
Did it happen in kindergarten when you had the box with 64 crayons?
Did it happen when you got those shoes in 7th grade?
Did it happen when you dated that one guy?
I’m sorry,
But why do you have to look at me like I am cursed?
I’m sorry,
But I look at you like you’re cursed.
Dear friends,
Thank you. You make me feel wanted.
I’m sorry,
You’re right. I am different.
You worship materials while I have fun with my friends.
Tell me, what will happen to
The nerdy kids?
The geeks?
The band kids?
What will happen to me,
In the war zone that is the lunch room,
Where I think about the things you said about my disability,
Where I fight to laugh at the table,
Where I teach myself how to be accepted by you.
Did you know that your hate
can kill me in many ways,
It can kill my personality
It can kill my dreams,
It can kill my soul.
Dear girl that thinks she does not matter,
You will hurt,
But in the end you must rise by staying you.
The advice I wish I could take myself.
I’m sorry,
That you make everyone feel different
because your standards are different than ours.
I’m sorry,
That me holding my boyfriend’s hand in the hallway offends you,
because he is in the grade below us.
But now,
I don't care about your rules.
I will show you my music.
I will show you my style.
I will show you that tonight I will not go to sleep crying
but instead smiling,
Because you wish you were me and have the happiness that I have.
Because tonight this world is broken and I am the only thing that is gonna glue it back together.