I’m Done Apologizing.
I don’t need to apologize for being me.
You ignored me. I apologized for asking for your time.
You tore my ideas down, striking each one, saying I didn’t know what the hell I was talking about. I apologized, and submissively agreed that you were correct.
You refused, when I wanted nothing more than to go. I apologized for wanting too much.
You laughed at me, a mean sneer in your eyes and your tone aligned with a sweet maliciousness. I bit back tears and let out a fake laugh. I apologized…