Sorry, not sorry...

I'm sorry, 

I'm not sorry.

To you, 

for you, 

for those "wrongs" 

that weren't actually wrong.

For the tears seeped into pillows.

For the knot of hate in my stomach

rising to consume me.

I'm not sorry.

I can't be.

Anymore.

To survive,

I must learn to be like you -

To rage until the daybreak,

to cut off sensibility where it stands,

to apologize to no one.

No, that's not true. 

I could never be like you.

A poison so better, 

you can't force me to drink.

Now I'm away.

Now I'm free.

I can one day be me,

if this injured bird might heal.

And I'm left with nothing more to say, but:

I'm sorry, I'm not sorry.

To you.

No longer sorry for me.