Sorry

I cannot do this anymore. It doesn't work this way. You take and take and don't give back. I'm spreading myself thin but it's never enough. How can I be someone's hero when I can't even save myself?

You want me to talk through the lips you yourself sewed together. You want my attention yet give me non of yours. You say you care but never listen. You want my confessions and then use the bullets to shoot me. How am I supposed to keep carrying on, just on words?

What do you want from me? Do you want a soldier? Yes, Sir. No, Ma'am. Do you want a lamb? Sitting and not speaking. Do you want a parrot? Repeating every word you say. Would that really satisfy you? Am I supposed to conform to your conditions? Be the clone version of you?

I can't.

I won't.

So all I can say is sorry. A word I know you loathe. But that is all I have. Sorry for not being who you want me to be. Sorry I'm not who I was before. Sorry I'm not who you thought I was. Sorry for being me.