i’m not sorry
for what i say.
when i write this,
i’m unashamed,
i’m not afraid to
call myself a God
or speak on one
who tried to hurt,
because a writer
isn’t one to push.
too much time i’ve
spent feeling like
i had to say sorry
for the things that
i’ve done and said,
even wrote a poem
apologizing to all,
even if they didn’t
need me to do it.
i’m tired of feeling
like i should just be
afraid to speak and
be honest with you,
this is just who i am.
an anxious and sad
but equally happy
guy who says what
he truly believes and
won’t apologize for
annoying others with
the things i put out.
14 albums in 2018,
you know what i am?
the hardest worker
you’ll ever find, even
when i sleep ‘till 4 pm.
who cares if the world
doesn’t ever recognize?
i’m proud of who i am
and the words i write,
and i won’t let anyone
take that away from me.
i’m not sorry.
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