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LIFE | HARDSHIPS | ACCEPTANCE
Sorry, but I Ain’t Sorry
These are the cracks that make me whole
I stand here, not perfect — but real.
A little too loud, a little too shy,
Red-faced when I speak, but still, I speak.
And you know what? I’m done apologizing for it.
They say, “You should’ve been this, you should’ve been that.”
But I’m over their shoulds.
I’m me, all of me,
Bumps and bruises,
with scars that whisper things no filter can hide.
At times I stutter, because thoughts come too fast —
But I’m moving.
I may not sway like you want —
But I carry my own rhythm.
I’m not sorry for the way I laugh when it’s a little too loud,
Or how I skip through the crowd,
Checking if this world knows how to love the flaws —
’Cause I do, deeply, thoroughly.
You look at me and shake your head —
Wishing I could be more like you — Perfect,
shiny, untainted.
