I'm sorry

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I love too much,

I'm sorry that I fall too hard.

I'm sorry that I'm not your puppet,

I'm sorry that your their puppet.

I'm sorry.

I'm not sorry,

I'm not sorry that I have feelings.

I'm not sorry that I am awkward,

crazy,

The mayor of Dorkapolis.

THE DORKS NEED A HEAD DORK

I am not sorry that you don't understand me,

Your'e not suppose to.

I'm not sorry.

I'm sorry,

I'm sorry that I hate country music, but love the country.

I'm sorry that when I lay my head to sleep,

I lay there thinking,

and start to cry.

I'm sorry that I'm a ball of depressed joy,

and I'm also sorry that I took that like from another poem I wrote.

I'm sorry.

I'm not sorry.

I'm not sorry that I'm quiet,

but I'm not sorry that I talk too much when you do know me.

I'm sorry that I lie to my parents.

I'm sorry that I cuss too much. 

I'm not sorry that I get mad at people.

I'm sorry that I say sorry too much,

but I'm not sorry that I dance too much.

I'm sorry,

I'm sorr,

I'm so,

I am,

I am lame,

I am depressed,

I am me.

I am.

I.

I'm sorry for a million things,

I'm not sorry that I can't name them all, 

but I gotta catch em' all.

I'm sorry that this poem doesn't make sence but I'm not sorry at the same time.

Again, your not suppose to understand it, or me.