Not Really An Apology - Poem by jalyssa elliott
Maybe it was me…
Maybe I didn’t make my purpose clear from the start. I suppose I could have specified my reasoning behind my actions. I could have told you that every time you saw me smile I was actually screaming.
Not in horror or rage. Nothing profound or poignant like that. Just the day to day frustration was taking a toll on my already fragile psyche.
Maybe I should have told you that my psyche was fragile in the first place. I guess my act was pretty flawless.
Sometimes I wished for you to just know. To somehow be aware of the subtle defects I kept so expertly hidden. No one should be expected to possess such an ability. I should really apologize, but frankly, I’m not very sorry.
You shouldn’t be either.
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