I’m so sorry that your small simple mind can’t comprehend the way I abruptly express myself. I’m sorry if my grand display of chaos appears to be a cry for help. I’m sorry my effortless power over situations seem to come off like an intentional offensive attack. I’m sorry my honesty scares you. I’m sorry I’m so far down the rabbit hole that no outside surrounding is a priority for me. I’m sorry my inner beauty shines through on my darkest of days and it surpasses your effort to cover up your black ugly soul. I’m sorry my truth appears fake and my ever changing mind makes me seem fickle. I’m sorry your constant attempt to shut me out aren’t remotely enough to break me. I’m sorry figuring out who I am has spiraled into a war against the fabricated truth your brainwashed minds have attached yourselves to. But most of all, I’m sorry that I’m not all that sorry, because if my comprehension mirrored yours, Bitch I would probably hate me too.