Apologies


We are a generation of
Mindless “sorry's” mumbled to strangers on busy street corners
Our worth determined by the reaction of the receiver
Are you sorry for the disturbance
Or sorry for your existence
When feeling genuinely bad becomes a justification
And hurt becomes another cliche
You must read between the lines to find

This is my concluding justification
I'm not sorry i'm self-accusing
My life is a justification
In conclusion to yours

Society must cease to exist
In order for a day to come
When its children
Realize the worth in their survival

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