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.
