Unapologetically Me
Why should "sorry" be my word, my language?
The phrase "I'm sorry" staining my lips for as long and as far back as I can remember. The residue left behind from those words, etched on my lips, my face, my heart like a birthmark.
A mark invisible to the naked eye, but yet seen by the world and expected to keep me in my place.
A box made for me to exist in, crushing my soul for your comfort.
Well...
A box made for me to exist in, crushing my soul for your comfort.
Well...
No more apologizing, when I choose to express my thoughts.
No more saying I'm sorry for doing what makes me happy.
No more uttering apologies, for finding the strength to stand proud of the skin I live in.
No more releasing I'm sorry, cause I refuse to follow your ever changing template of how I should love myself.
No more seeking your approval, like a starving hound waiting for scraps from the table.
From now on, I choose to be me, unapologetically.
No more uttering apologies, for finding the strength to stand proud of the skin I live in.
No more releasing I'm sorry, cause I refuse to follow your ever changing template of how I should love myself.
No more seeking your approval, like a starving hound waiting for scraps from the table.
From now on, I choose to be me, unapologetically.
