I'm sorry I'm non sequitur,  
I'm sorry that I cry.  
I'm sorry for the weight I bring,  
I didn't mean to try.  
I'm sorry for the way I look,  
The way I brush my hair.  
I'm sorry for the way I am,  
The pain you shouldn't bear.  
I'm sorry for the endless "sorries,"  
I didn't mean to make you think.  
I know you have no time for me,  
So I'll sit down and sink.  
I twist myself to fit your needs,  
A mirror to reflect your glow.  
I wear the masks you want to see,  
And hide the cracks I'll never show.  
I live for praise, a fleeting gift,  
But each word fades too fast.  
I'm left with nothing of my own,  
Just shadows that won't last.  
I'm sorry for my quiet screams,  
The ones I'm trained to quell.  
I'm sorry for the voice I've lost,  
A story I can't tell.  
But maybe one day I'll unlearn  
The need to kneel, to please.  
I'll find my worth within myself,  
And finally feel at ease.