I shouldn't be sorry.

I am sorry.
The three words that I can give to you,
but I am unable to comprehend.

I am sorry.
The three words I am consistently thrown,
but I refuse to except.

I am sorry.
The three words that hold my whole story,
but are unable to be expressed.

These words hold all my secrets, fears,
and all of reality.
I hide behind the thin glass windows of these words.
I use these words as the blanket for my pain.
I use these words to absorb all the hate.

I am sorry.