Penitence

I'm sorry for the things I say in a fit of anger,

Mostly I don't mean them.

The words are vile because those are the ones that cut the deepest,

I am a warrior after all.

I'm sorry for trying to demean you,

You deserve to have your dreams.

I'm just jealous of the fact that your soul isn't swallowed by darkness on a regular basis,

And mine tends to wallow in it.

I'm sorry for making you share my pain when I'm hurt,

Even though I chose to be alone when I got these injuries.

Someday I should let you fix the insides of my head as well,

Instead of pushing you away.