I am sorry
For all the times I hurt
You, for all the times I shut
I am sorry;
I’m a lorry
Full of baggage
Can you manage?
I am afraid you would
But the question is, should
I do that to you?
I am afraid you would stay true
But would I believe that when I am blue?
I am a phony
Do you think me funny?
You think you know me,
Do not trust what you see;
The eyes is most deceptive,
It takes the heart’s perspective-
You see what you want to see, you see?
When the heart is clothed with love
It is like hands sheathed in woolen glove;
I am sorry, I didn’t turn out to be
The picture you painted in your mind
I am sorry, I shouldn’t be;
I am me, do you mind?
I mean, do you mind letting me be?
Letting me be me?
I am sorry, I let you down
But I am not ready to settle down
I mean, settle down for anything less
Than who I want to be; settling for less-
I am me, no more, no less.
(c) Copyright, Ogundare Tope 2015