I'm Sorry
Growin up all I had was me
No trust in people,
Who pity me.
No trust in people,
Who threw jabs at me.
My trust was in me.
Go ahead and call me a coward
For keeping quiet
When they left me;
For keeping quiet
When they were in America;
For keeping quiet
While I was in Africa.
Go ahead and call me a coward
For keeping quiet when they came back
Because this time they took me
with them...
Belief they didn't want me;
They didn't tell me other wise.
In reality,
they couldn't keep me.
And I hated them for it.
I hated them because I was bullied.
I hated them for leaving me behind.
I hated them because I was alone.
I hated them for their sacrifices.
I'm not like you
And I'm sorry.
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