I write.
I paint.
I love.
I hate.
I forgive.
I breathe.
I'm sorry I'm not beautiful.
Or pretty.
Or rich.
Or funny.
I'm sorry I'm awkward.
And too loud.
And too silent.
All at the wrong times.
I'm sorry I don't always fight for the people I love.
I fight for those who fight for me.
I'm sorry I don't love enough.
Or care enough.
Or do enough.
Or live enough.
And I'm sorry that sometimes
I don't even try hard enough.
You asked me to describe myself.
And I ended up apologizing for everything.
And I'm sorry for that too.
