My apology to you, society
I'm sorry for who I am; that I must sincerely apologise for
I'm sorry that the way I love is so wrong; I'm sorry
I'm sorry that I can't wrap my head around the happiness that has plagued all of you but left me with no such illness
I'm sorry I can't accept happiness
For that would be sanity
For sanity is not a luxury to me, but not unlike a godly and heavenly concept
That has been forced into my mind with my other myths of other worldly concepts
In my mind sanity is now like the non-existent magic that we all know so much about
I'm sorry that I blame you for the sin you said I committed so innocently; I'm sorry
I'm sorry that I blame you for the cynical insanity, that is my existence, that you have kindly and wholeheartedly bestowed upon me
I'm sorry for accepting you for what you are
I'm sorry that I think you are perfectly imperfect in every way
I'm sorry that you think the same of me
I have no one to blame for the loveless void that excruciatingly ripped and tore apart my heart to make it what it is now; so completely and utterly incomplete
I can't even blame you for that; though I know you want me to and wish I would
I hoped I could have harshly and honestly apologised for the tears you forced to fall down my turned cheek, as I apologise more about what Ihad done wrong
I'm so sorry I don't love who you do
I'm so so sorry I don't love who you think I do
But as much as you and I want me to
I am not sorry for who I love