But Why?

Everyone, so mad. Mad at me. Mad for not speaking but when I do, no one listens. No one cares. What’s wrong with us? Why can’t we listen, why can’t we speak? Blaming me, for the things I’ve done. Admitting to what I’ve done, they still blame me. “I’m sorry!” I yell. I’m sorry for hurting you, for not believing, for lying. I’m sorry for it all, why won’t you listen to me! I mean it all, I mean it. Why do you have to do this? Why do you have to hurt me more than I’ve hurt you? Can’t you see the regret in my eyes, in my tears? Can’t you hear it in my voice when I say “I’m sorry”? I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. Won’t someone believe me? What about you? Won’t you at least believe me? No? But why? How many times must a man say he is sorry until the pain stops? How many times must he shed tears for the regret and guilt he feels? Maybe one day society won’t judge you for your past, but rather how you plan to live the future. Maybe one day we will all find someone we truly love. Maybe one day the past will become changeable, then maybe we will all get the second chance we all pray for. Maybe, just maybe one day my wishes will come true.