An apology is much overdue
For all the harm I've caused;
More so with the harsh words,
Which daily fell from my tongue.
The cuts and bruises once came
From being young, wild, and free.
Then a few years later they only
Derived from countless insecurities.
Nonetheless, you kept me strong;
Stretching over the parts that felt wrong.
Holding me, while my mind adjusted;
I had no other chouce but to embrace.
Finally the bones no longer felt out of place;
I grew accustomed to my face.
All the things I could never change appeared okay.
I had changed anyway.