If I have ever made you feel like you were not good enough,
If my arrogance has ever hurt you, or pushed you away,
If my condescending tone has left you with a poor taste of yourself,
My own weakness shines.
If I made you feel unworthy,
know it is me that does not fit.
If I cheated you, or slept around,
know it is my own unworthiness that I spoke to.
To have never fit in, unless amongst those that no longer fit.
If I beat you, it was not my strength that bloodied you.
If I yelled, it was not you I was yelling at.
If I ran you away,know that it is me that I am scared of.
If I hid inside of you, held you too close, wanted for the security of you,
Know it is my own unworthiness that hungered for you.
There is no hiding it any longer.
There is nowhere to run to now.
These wounds bleed.
There are no scars.
And you have all of my apologies.
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